It was Mez’s 18th birthday this week.
I will never forget the moment, three years ago on his 15th birthday, not long after he had arrived to England, that he opened his first present EVER.
Obviously we had to make it a good one.
He only had one photo of any of his family in Eritrea at the time; a beautiful picture of his dad.
I remember often going in to his room to find him lying on his bed just looking at it.
So my dad did a drawing of that picture, framed it, and gave it to Mez for his 15th birthday, telling him, ‘It’s your daddy from your daddy.’
Remembering him opening it still makes me so happy!