I am 53. I live in Jakarta, Indonesia, in a cozy house with a daughter (15) and a maid.
My wife passed away 5 years ago.
Every morning on schooldays I watch my daughter goes to school with the schoolbus. I love her very much.
Then I go to my projects or customer. When I arrive home at 6 p.m. my daughter will be already at home, doing her homeworks, plays computer games, or set her blog at Friendster.
I spend 2 or 3 hours talking with her after dinner. Without being asked to, I often explain to her about health, religion, environment issues, everything.
Her eyes sparkles when I ask or comment about her friends at school, or about the Japanese comics characters she collected from the Internet.
Before going to bed, we pray together.
