ABSTRACT
My story is dedicated to daughters of paternity, like me, whose fathers are from Tonga. This tale is for all our fathers who work too hard for children who may not appreciate—until their migrant fathers are gone from this world to pulotu, the underworld, the afterlife—what it means to live with homesickness, the reality of missing one's people and place of belonging so dearly that all a dad can do is to pass on his memory of them in story.
