Happy Birthday Papa Poetry Novels & Stories

Papa asks. "Why are you crying?" I ask. "Maybe because I missed my little cub. How are you my dear?" Papa says. "I am fine. And I missed you too." I say as I start sobbing. "What happened now?" Papa says worried my by sudden outburst. "I don't know, maybe I wanted you here for this festival and my wish came true. I also wished one more thing but I know that will never come true." I say between my sobs. "What another wish?" Papa asks.

Papa said calmly, without letting her know that he was hiding something from her. . . “But it’s your birthday.”, Mom pouted like a child. “Okay, you can leave and come home soon. I will wait for you.”, Papa kissed on her forehead and left from there. . . “Papa, Even I was to join you.”, I stopped him when he was about to leave. “I can help you. I want to help you.” . .

Gather round, gather round," Mom spoke as Dad placed a tray that contained wine glasses filled with wines and pieces of cake mom sliced from the one Tenda bought. After we had all obeyed and gathered round Dad led us in prayer, where he thanked God for giving me another year and asked for long life, protection and the success of each and everyone of us. "Now let's sing for the birthday girl," He voiced out after we were done with the prayers. "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday--" I zoned out, already tired of hearing that song for the day. "Hip hip!" Dad yelled "Hurray!" We all responded.

About it getting used to seeing his mother being hit, or worse, being hit too. In all of her twenty seven years, she had never felt so . . . free. She placed a palm over her tummy lovingly and smiled. Her wish had been answered. Her baby was going to grow up and have the best times in the world. She could even get lucky and find another person to fall in love with again. Someone she'd find true and lasting happiness in. Someone who would love her baby as his own and have many more with her. Picking up the pen beside the paper, she started to append her signature.

Shama took out a photo of her mother, father and grandpa. She blew the dust off from the photo. Shama placed the photo in front of her. She placed the cupcake and inserted two candles on the top of it. She took out a matchstick and burnt the candle. "Happy Birthday to me, happy birthday to me. Happy birthday to my happy soul. Happy birthday to me. May God bless me, may God bless me. May God bless me with all the happiness. Happy birthday to me. YAHOO!!!" Shama sang loudly and clapped as she finished the song. She looked at the moon in the sky.

Even his dada is afraid of his papa when angry. He is so doomed. *****😔😔*****

It then dawned on me that they were in this together. “What is happening here?” I asked the two of them. “Happy birthday, son,” dad said simply. “Peter and I planned it all. Luckily for me, your birthday is the same day as Thanksgiving this year, so I got to go and fly out here,” Kara explained as she stepped closer to me. The little candle on the can of spam was flickering. “Happy birthday, Ry,” “This is so insane,” I shook my head at her. “I can’t believe this is real,”

“You’ve decided to forgive her?” I nodded, not fully convinced. “Yeah. It’s been twenty years, Heitor. I can’t just throw away a twenty-year marriage.” “You’re insane. She’s the one who threw it away, Alex, come on. Why don’t you ditch this madness and come to my place instead? I want to introduce you to my daughter. Damn, she’s a woman now. Can you believe it?” “What, you expected her to still be a baby?” I asked, my sarcasm showing. “God. I can’t even imagine being the father of a grown woman. I still pictured her at five years old, tops.”

They walked a short distance, giving him his space. He sighed as he sat there, looking at her name on the tombstone. The words felt like a poem of a life that was too short. He smiled, a sad, loving smile. “I miss you so much, honey,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I know this is the family you have always wanted. And I am glad you got a glimpse of this life. Your mom, Sunshine, and I are okay”. BeWe are happy. And I know you are watching us from up there.” He looked up at the sky, as if he could see her. “Take care, honey. Papa will come to visit very soon, okay?” He smiled, a mix of sadness and love. He got up and walked to Clarisse and Lucia, his heart a little lighter.

"Hi, Papa. How are you feeling?" "Cupcake. I was just thinking of you when I heard your voice. I'm fine. I just miss you. Come here, cupcake." Papa raises his arms, waiting for me to embrace him. I give him a watery smile before hugging him tightly while he's lying down, careful not to put any weight on him. "I'm here now papa. Hello Rose, thank you for watching after him. I hope everything is fine?” I ask the old woman who smiles at me as she rises up.