Its a father and child reunion, the day of our arrival back into Dubai. After a full week apart (Erroll in LA and me in Athens), Erroll wont let Kingsley go (which suits me fine: I get my shower in and, oh excitement! read my emails). The boys do what they do best: sleep on the couch. And this is my view as I reply to emails. Heavenly.
This scene is repeated every day, around the world, and throughout the generations. Dads adore their children and with strong arms and broad chests, dads make for an excellent daybed! Exactly 48 years ago my own dad Peter loved and comforted my oldest sister Marlen with hugs and cuddles. How precious.