To Anne, who remaons my best friend after thirty-eight years of marriage.

To Our son, Peter William, who turned out to be the man we hoped he would be and who proved his wisdom by making Shenna our treasured daughter-in-law.

To Sheena, who stole our hearts so many years ago.

To our grandsons Adam Lee and Alan Henri, who are growing up to be the fine human beings their parents are.

To my in-laws, Henri and Nini Fontein, whose life experiences in Europe and Southeast Asia would fill a history book, who entrust me with their daughter's future, and who are a treasured part of our lives.

To the memory of my parents Hendrik and Hermine Rob who rebuilt their lives after World War II's horrors, who did it again after a failed insurgency in Indonesia, and who finally found their promised land in these United States.

And to the memory of Heinz, who taught me daily lessons about loyalty, uncritical acceptance, and boundless understanding.

I dedicate this book to you, with love

~ Peter Rob

To my parents for my upbringing.

To my beautiful wife, Victoria, who always keeps me from falling apart during the endless hours of writing. 
Thanks for being so caring and for being there for me during my most trying moments.

To Carlos Anthony, my son, who is his father's pride.

To Gabriela Victoria, my daughter and the princess of the house.

To both my children, thanks for your laughs, your sweet voices, your beautiful smiles, and your frequent hugs. 
I love you, you are my divine treasure.

~ Carlos Coronel