I seem to be going through a phase of nostalgia, but what else can you think of when the media is showering you with Father’s Day ads? When I was growing up, Father’s Day wasn’t around, at least not in Greece, like Mother’s Day was. In fact, Mother’s Day was a special school celebration, with songs and speeches, where mothers were invited (and tried not to giggle at the sappy theme of the event).

I was around 6-8 when, inspired by my overdeveloped sense of balance and fairness, I decided we need a father’s day. So I made up a date for it, and drew a card for my dad to celebrate it. (It must have been so cute, come to think of it!) I don’t have a photo of that card here, but I do have a lovely photo of my parents when they were younger than I am today. Happy Parents’ Day!