Happy Birthday Papa Poetry Novels & Stories

I wolfed down the plate of pasta ravenously. "I haven't cooked at all these past few years, so there's no way my cooking has improved. You should slow down. No one's going to steal it from you. Also, be careful, since it's still hot," Papa teased dotingly, his eyes brimming with a mix of heartache and lingering grievance. I went for a stroll around the courtyard with Papa once I had eaten my fill. I looked at him and said, "You never used to like banquets, Papa. What made you suddenly decide to host a birthday banquet?"

"Papa, don't worry, everything will be fine, I'm sure he still remains in your heart, but papa needs to let go, you are my papa and you are our king, so lead them well as how you lead us here, cause papa is the best in the world so you can do it! If something had troubled you, pray to the gods and talk to them, they give plenty of blessings. " "She's right, she hasn't been very active since you left, so if your trouble about something, think of what she said and--- " "Papa, if someone troubles you, tell me, I will scold them! They can't mess with my papa, he's the best, so if you feel sad again and you miss us, you can call back, okey!? "

He said being too much upset," today miss told us to write about our father but we couldn't write anything about him as we don't know anything about him. where is papa? Why you are not taking us to him? Everyone has papa. Nobody's papa is in any mission. why just my papa is in mission? Saying all this he started crying badly. My heart clenched in pain. My baby boy is crying in front of me. What will I tell him! I tried to convince him.." my dear, you know your papa is an angel. That's why your papa is with God. Your papa is God's favourite that's why your papa is staying with God" He stared into my eyes with his innocent eyes. Tears are running down from those innocent eyes. "Really ma" Pap

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.

-PenaciousShewa “Happy, happy, happy, happy birthday; happy, happy, happy, happy birthday, we all wanna wish you a happy birthday!” Kayola wakes up to the sound of her family wishing her a wonderful and enjoyable birthday. Although their singing voices are nothing to write home about, she can feel the love and pride in their voices. A tear tugs at the sides of her huge eyes as she speaks. “Thank you, Papa, Mom, Aunt Petra, and Aunt Mira,” she sniffs.

papa says with a kiss to my cheek, letting me sit down and eat my cake, I only took a couple of bites before getting up, my stomach was turning way too much to be able to eat cake. "Ready to go? Better to have this over with, then we can celebrate your birthday," Papa says, we're going to celebrate my birthday. I thought I'd be sent away right away, I couldn't help but give him a sad smile, I love him so much! He's the best papa ever! "Okay," I say hugging him tightly, both he and mom came along with me to the classification centre, uncle Peter drove us there with me sitting in the middle between my parent.

I’d never even heard my papa raise his voice before, and certainly not to Ivan, who was practically a son to him. “But really?” He gave me a weighty look and dropped his hand. “No more talk about Moscow, all right?” Releasing a sigh, I nodded. I watched him walk up the lawn to the house, the sway and expanse of the Atlantic settling in my bones with a sense of longing and seclusion fromthe rest of the world. My phone vibrated inside my dress pocket, and I was tempted to ignore it, but I ended up reaching for it anyway. Papa: Happy birthday, angel. Sorry I missed it. Business as usual. We’ll celebrate when I get home.

"Papa, where's Mama?" "Is Mama still sleeping?"

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