Last dinner with daughter

Whether by coincidence or design, appropriately enough, my last evening spent with my daughter was dining in an Ethiopian restaurant. This was her idea and I gladly agreed as an African dinner is a a smashing good farewell send off to me from her in that she will remember where I'll be. I have invited her numerous times to visit me in Tanzania; but as usual, she does not indicate an emotion swaying either way. I hope she comes to see me and to discover a new world different from hers.