Happy Birthday My Princess Romane & Geschichten

"Hello Princess" *****************************************

She narrowed her eyes, clearly not satisfied. “What’s wrong, my princess?” I teased. She groaned and crossed her arms. “Were you going to tell me it was your birthday this Friday?” That made me laugh. “I’d forgotten, to be honest. I don’t really care about my birthday.” “Everyone loves their birthday,” she replied with a frown. But I could already see the tension slipping from her posture. “Mine were always formal state affairs. Dinners with dignitaries, stiff suits, expectations,” I shrugged. “Not exactly my idea of a celebration.”

Like me, they are well dressed. "Hi, babies!" I approached them and gave them a tight hug and kiss. Today is their birthday, their 7th birthday, to be exact. Disney is the theme of their party, Lessandra is Cinderella tonight while Lessanna is Belle, they're my Disney Princesses! "My granddaughters!" I was just next to Mama. With tears in her eyes, she approached her grandchildren and hugged them tightly. "Happy birthday to both of you! What a real Princesses!" Mama added.

And here was the tribe princess laughing merrily while muttering some incoherent words which played between lovely and Jion. “Why I am jealous that my little princess laugh so merrily at someone’s expense.” That instant, the princess snapped out from her happy lulling at the eldest prince’s presence. “Prince Woon, you’re here I see. I apologized.” She dipped a curtsy. “So what made you this happy?” The tribe princess just smiled before gazing outside. “Why you ask its my birthday, is it not?” “Oh I thought that my young brother suffered humiliation before thee.”

We went to Hawaii this year for our company retreat and yes that creed packed all of the Hawaii into me—on the beach, on the balcony, even once in a hammock (which we broke and had to pay for… sorry, Sheraton). Every day with him made me think of why I stayed, why I came home, why I started this new journey. Not that everything was okay, but because it was my own. Lily's daughter, Harmony Daisy Reyes—yes, that is actually her government name—was turning one year old in two weeks, and I was pulling out all the stops for her surprise birthday party. Of course, Lily had no idea. Which, for anyone who knows Lily, is saying something. She always does know everything.

Almost everyone in the kingdom admires them, both men and women alike. Sometimes I catch myself staring too long when their names come up in conversation or when I catch sight of them. As I worked, a small smile crept onto my face. To me, today wasn’t just the princes’ welcome party. It was also my birthday. Nobody in the palace knew, and honestly, I didn’t expect anyone to. I was just a maid, and birthdays didn’t really matter for people like me. But still, it was special to me. I turned eighteen today.

Maybe the three of us. On the right gift, there is a big ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DEAR ERIC, and even before I turned to the second one by my left I already knew what would be on it. ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PRINCESS ERICA.’ Is also written boldly on the other gift.

After a moment she snapped her eyes open and blew the candles off. Crystal and Alex clapped their hands and kissed her cheeks. "Happy 7th birthday, Princess." Anne's happiness knew no bound now, she clapped her hands and smiled cheerfully. "Thank you, mom, dad, and uncle." Then she turned her head to Alex. "I thought you forget, uncle." Alex gently pinched her nose. "It's your happiest birthday, how can I not be present? You have your mom and dad here. You want your uncle too. I know, Princess. It'll never happen that I forget this day. Even if you wish that to happen."

I mutter against her curls. "You can do this," she reassures. I look at her with a small pout. "I don't know what I'd do without you." "Rightttt." After a moment of solitude, the culprit finally finds me. "Sweetheart! I've been looking for you since you arrived," Dad exclaims, his face lit up with a big smile. He plants a kiss on my forehead. "Happy Birthday, Princessa." I bury my face in his chest. "Thanks, Dad. You didn't have to...I'm 25."

“Happy birthday princess” I say as I stroke Rosie’s soft hair, she opens her sleepy eyes and wraps her little arms around my neck. We have a cuddle in her bed for a few minutes until she remembers it’s her party today. “Party time! It’s my party today!” she kicks her duvet off and jumps out of bed, doing a funky dance around her room and wiggling her bum. She slips straight into her Cinderella dress without taking her pyjamas off and runs downstairs.