Handa Sa Birthday Ng Matanda Novels & Stories

naiinis kong sabi sabay kamot sa ulo ko. "Okay! Okay! Wala na kung wala. Pero gusto namin s'ya makilala ng Mama mo." wika ni Papa na kinatango naman ni Mama. "Bukas po pupunta s'ya dito." walang emosyon kong sabi na kinagulat nila. "Talaga 'nak? Alam n'ya ba na birthday mo? Ano ang ihahanda ko? Gusto ba niya ng crema, salad, spaghetti, palabok...."

"My mom just invited me to a mother-daughter getaway for my birthday in the Caribbean!" My Asian girlfriend , Susan, shared with much excitement in her voice. "That's really great," I replied, "but does that mean that I'll spend your birthday on my own and not with you...?" "Babe, you know, my mom and I have had this tradition for years that we go on a getaway together for my birthday." She explained. "I'm still pissed." I blurted. "I wish I could be with you on your birthday"

She glared at me but I just winked in response with a sweet smile plastered on my lips. "Belle, saan ka galing? Kanina pa ako naghahanap sa’yong bata ka". A petite woman appeared in front of us and worry was apparent in her voice. She’s probably on her late 30s. I understand a bit of Tagalog since my nanny before was a Filipina. Then she noticed me. She gave Ysabelle a questioning look. "He..he is Zandro by the way. Zandro this is my Aunt Lilian. She’s incharge for Mrs. Fontanella's birthday party tommorrow".

Andrea just got admitted to study business management in Nevada state university and also it's her eighteenth birthday, which was considered the only public holiday for Theresa she doesn't go to her store on her daughter's birthdays. her birthdays is more important than Thanksgiving and July 4. as usual she got her loads of gifts, cake, drinks and pizza while aunt Seara brought food from her diner. Nonna. my mom's godmother gifted me a 24k white gold bracelet and a pair of tear drop earrings, they were eating happily like one big family.

Someone's POV Seated at the center of the long table in front was the grand matriarch, Lady Henda. Although celebrating her 65th birthday today, she looks a decade younger still. Thanks to her vanity, she had spent countless hours at 5th Street Salon&Spa and millions of dollars on botox and whatever new beauty technology there was to try.

“Don’t be confused my child, where I’m from it is believed that we are governed by unseen beings and if I had expressed my joy earlier in the plane, something bad may have happened. But my God won’t allow it, that is why I closed my mouth throughout and prayed to him,” Arlene looked at the old lady in a confused manner and forced a smile up her lips pretending to understand what she was saying. Although she was half-caste she had never been to Africa, but she knew she was from Niagua, a country in Africa. The old lady slid her phone into her hand bag and prepared to get off the plane like everyone else with a smile plastered on her face, which Arlene found weird.

I exclaim. She nods, patting my left cheek," good bye child." "Wait," I hestily say," if you're twenty seven-" "Still twenty six actually," she corrects. "But you said your seven years older? I'm twenty," my eyebrows furrow in confusion. "Walk with me," she gestures for us to start walking. I follow her as she tells me," my birthday is in October. Actually Herman and I's birthday is in October. So I'm still twenty six."

"When you have time, come to my mother's grave and confess your mistakes! I'm sure that she will want to see you." "Your birthday is the seventeenth of September, right?" Jason asked with his hands behind his back. "How did you know?" The old man glanced at Jason's grandmother. After seeing her shaking her head, the old man then asked in confusion.

Aling Maria cheerfully greeted us when she spotted us from the kitchen door. "Oh, I'm glad you're both home safely." Matthew just smiled and slightly tightened his grip on my hand. "Happy birthday, Sir," Mang Ben greeted, coming from the shade of the mango tree. "Thank you, Mang Ben," Matthew replied with a slight nod. I secretly smiled as I watched him out of the corner of my eye. It was his birthday today. And in the middle of the remaining days of our agreement, I wanted to make this day special for him—a memory that, no matter what, he would carry back with him to Manila.

She was busy helping everyone. "Happy birthday, Ma!" I greeted her cheerfully. "Good morning too. Have you seen Jonas?" "He is with Bong. They took the lechong baboy that we ordered." "Okay, Ma." I smiled at her. Lola Helena still looked stronger even if she was already eighty-one. She was friendly but I could still see her defensive side which made me think twice if she was really nice or not. "Mama!" I was a bit startled when I heard an unfamiliar voice of a lady.