This archive report was first published on 20 June 2020.
As I scrolled through the family photos my mother shared on WhatsApp, I couldn't help but notice the one thing that stood out in every single picture: my father's suit.
He always wore suits, and it's a memory that has been etched in my mind since childhood. My mother had dozens of photos displayed on framed pictures or kept safely in photo albums, and it's only because of these that I can recall my father's sense of style.
Perhaps the photos were taken when he had just arrived from work or when he was leaving for work, or during or after an event. Whatever the occasion, my father's suit was always a constant.
But what struck me was that my father was anything but formal around us. What I remember most is his laughter – a unique laugh that made everyone join in, even if they didn't quite know what they were laughing at.
And whenever he walked into the house, he would call out,
