I'm Masao and I'm father since a while ago. Until recently, May 29th 2008, my father who was pillar of our family, passed away at Kilimanjaro Christian Medical Center (KCM), Moshi, Kilimanjaro, in Tanzania, the fatherhood reality set-through really fast. Why? I'm first born to my mother with 5 siblings, and i have other siblings who are step brother and sisters. We did not grow together but they visited and some i met them on my father's funeral. We really dont have that much connections but they are blood and I'm responsible to the some extent. All are looking up to my decision making because in my tradition since I'm the oldest son i wear my father's hat and they all get to come to me. I dont like very much, but hey, I got to face-up what life throws at me.