Running into my father’s arms, I was engulfed in a bear hug. ‘I missed you, Daddy!’ I cried.
‘I missed you too, darling,’ he said, holding me tight.
Our family lived in Rabaul, Papua New Guinea, but my two older sisters, twins Roslyn and Rhonda, and I went to a boarding school in Lochinvar, NSW.
Every holiday we’d come home – a mammoth journey involving a taxi, two trains and a plane. And my dad, Colwyn, was there by the tarmac, arms outstretched to greet his girls.
Back then in PNG the