Happy Birthday Papa Poetry の小説・ストーリー

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,”

In his search for a video, one of them caught her attention. *play* "Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday! Happy birthday! Happy birthday to youu!~" voice from Chelsea's parents. "Happy birthday, my princess! Blow your candle now! 1...2...3... Blow!" Mrs. Garcia said happily in the video. "I have a gift for you, darling; I'm sure you'll love it!" said Mr. Garcia while holding the camera and focusing on his wife and daughter. "Wow, papa! It’s so big!" Little Chelsea said happily.

“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.

The shock slowly melted into a wide, stunned smile as he looked around at the faces familiar, warm, united. It had been years since his birthday felt like this. And now, it was back. As the confetti slowly drifted to the marble floor and the cheers echoed away, Alexander stood frozen, overwhelmed by the light, the people, the warmth he hadn’t felt in so many years. Aurora stood beside him, her smile radiant, glowing with pride and joy. “Happy Birthday, Papa” She looked up at him and softly said. Before he could respond, she leaned in and hugged him gently but firmly, a hug filled with warmth, with respect, with the love of a daughter he never had but now cherished deeply.

"But I have never been prouder than I am today. Because today, you chose yourself. You chose happiness. You chose a man who will love you the way you deserve to be loved. And that, my darling daughter, is the greatest gift you could ever give me." I hug him tight, careful not to wrinkle his suit, and I do not care that I am crying, that my mascara is probably running, that there are two hundred people watching us. "I love you, Papa," I whisper. "I love you too, Celestine. More than you will ever know." ~

“I am so proud. This is not what we planned. But you are strong. Your mother and I… we want you safe. We love you.” Tears filled my eyes. They were for the real Valerie. For this kind man who lost his daughter. For me, who didn't get a father's love. I could not speak. I looked at him with wet eyes. I picked up my notepad and pen from the table. I wrote quickly. I love you too, Papa. Thank you for everything. I handed the notepad to him. He read it and his face softened. He hugged me again. “Be brave, my child,” he whispered.