Romans & histoires Happy Birthday Papa Poetry

"Zack: Thank you poppy, we will. We missed you too, Poppy Dee, Mimi Elle" "Mimi Belle: Take care, my babies...Mimi love you so much" "Justin: We will Mimi. We love you too so much" "Justin: We will have a date here today... You are not envious of us papa...dada?" "Papa: Tease...but we are so happy for the two of you. Please stay together and be happy always. I missed my happy babies..." "Justin: papa we are grown-ups...we are not babies... We can even make babies..."

Dad would always add the last part, smiling like he’d invented it himself. Below the poem, written in smaller font: Never forget who you are meant to be. Happy Birthday, my star. With all my love, Dad. A tear slipped free and landed right on the paper, blurring the ink. I laughed softly through it, pressing my lips together, my chest aching in the best and worst way at the same time. I looked up at Jace, my eyes bright, disbelieving. “He remembered?” I asked, smiling so hard it hurt. “He really remembered?”

From afar, I could hear the clinking of coffee cups. “Who's that?” The president asked, his voice echoing against the silence in the room. I gripped the knob and opened the door nearly catching him unaware. “Happy birthday Grandpa!” Ivy erupted, popping the party poppers causing them to go everywhere before ruining over to hug him. The president seemed suprise, the joy and shock mixing into a heartwarming mix. “Happy birthday, Mr McKinney.” I nodded, a wide smile tugging at my lips as I took a step further with the cake tightly gripped in my hands.

The room had gone quiet. I exhaled sharply. "My parents are dead," I continued. "And it sucks. It sucks so much. But Grandpa—" My voice broke. "Grandpa hung around. And no matter what happens—no matter how much time passes—he's the one person I'll always, always be grateful for." Silence. Then—applause. I smiled, blinking back the sting in my eyes, raising my glass higher. "To Grandpa Roman. Happy birthday, you old bastard." Laughter. A chorus of "Happy birthday!" Clinking glasses.

"Wouldn't you be going home by now, Peter?" "What's with that question, Tara. Let him stay. It is midnight as well. You can stay until morning, Peter." "He can drive, Mom. He has his car." "Still, Tara. Let him stay." Because of my madness, I was the one who sing for my mom a happy birthday. Jane gives me death glares but I ignored her. Mom blow the candle after I was done singing. "You don't have to do this, my babies, but it is appreciated. Thank you so much and thank you as well, Peter, for the simple gift that you give. I really appreciate it."

I was busy feeding Pia when she smiled and said ; " Nano papa. " " Ha ha princess Pia nice try finish your pumpkin and potatoes . One more spoon . " Pia giggled and ate . "Michelangelo. " I looked up and spoke; " Roma... Papa ." " You are a good dad . " " Thank you. Happy birthday papa."

Wala na akong hahanapin pa bilang isang anak. Nagkibit balikat nalang ako at tinapos ang pagkain ko. "Alis na po ako." wika ko kasabay ng paghablot ng bag sa ibabaw ng lamesa. "Mag-iingat ka 'nak ha. Nga pala, birthday mo na sa sabado. Pakilala mo na 'yung kaibigan mo." masayang sabi ni Papa na diniinan pa ang pagkakabigkas sa salitang kaibigan.

Papa hopes that you will always be a happy family, even though you may not have Papa in your lives. Aditya, Papa left Papa's savings in the wardrobe drawer; take those savings; Papa deliberately prepared them for you so you can build your business again; Papa entrusted your mother to you; look after her; and hopefully you can guide your mother to become a much better person. Thank you very much, Aditya. Papa is very proud to have a son like you. Papa's loving greetings to you and Aurel Aditya and Aurel cried with emotion after reading Harun's letter. They didn't expect that Harun had been preparing a future for Aditya all this time.

He sighed, “Sorry for letting you into this life, the one you never see coming.” Don't mention Old Man. You are the only thing I have left and if I don't do this it means I will lose you to the cold and wicked hands of the prison. “Dad, you don't have to say that, I love you and I'm proud of you.” “I love you too, Sophie.” Hearing from him gave me much happiness. My one and only Papa.

“Hey,” Kat’s smooth voice broke through the weight of my thoughts. Soft and concerned, her words slipped around me like a gentle breeze. “What are you—” “Thank you everyone for coming today,” Dad announced from where he was near the cocktail bar, surrounded by his friends. “I can't be more happy than I'm right now. I've such amazing sons and two of them are turning a year older, and I can't imagine anything better than what we have right now.”