Happy Birthday Papa Poetry Novels & Stories

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.

The gardens of the Moretti estate were lit up, and all the core family members had gathered to celebrate my twenty-third birthday. The thought that I would never again receive a birthday gift from my papa was a sharp, stabbing pain in my heart. "Happy birthday, my love." Robin wrapped his arms around me from behind, kissing my ear. I leaned back against him, as if he were the only thing holding me up. "When my papa passed, I thought my world would collapse."

You would think this is a business meeting and not a birthday dinner. I sigh and slide into the seat across from him. “Do you really need men stationed at every corner like this is a war zone?” Papa barely looks up from his glass. “You’re late.” “I was getting dressed. The birthday girl has to look pretty.” He finally looks at me, and his expression softens. “As always, you look beautiful, bambina mia.” I cross my legs, and despite my sour mood, a smile takes over my lips. “Thanks.”

His eyebrows wrinkle more with the way his eyes glimmer. This man is the main reason anytime I feel left out, I recall there is someone that loves me unconditionally. "Happy birthday to my dearest papa. Long life and prosperity." I wished and stretched my hands to embrace him. "Thank you little one" "Arrrrrgh" I cringed playfully at the way he referred to me. Not long after, Mrs Smith came in "Allie dear, can you convince this old man that he has to get ready? The guests are here already. Kendall is here too"

I closed my eyes as I uttered prayers for her soul. "Happy Birthday, Ma." mahinang wika ko habang nakatitig sa kanyang headstone. "Sorry po kung nakalimutan kong birthday mo ngayon. At ako na po humihingi ng sorry kung 'di ko kasama si Papa."

I placed a piece of turkey on the principal's plate and said, "Eat it while it's hot, Dad." He looked up abruptly, his eyes moist. "Yvonne, what did you just call me?" I smiled. "I told you to eat it while it's hot, Dad. It won't taste as good if it gets cold." "Okay!" He nodded, tears dropping onto the plate as he ate. I knew he was happy. He was happy for me, because I finally overcame my trauma.

Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday to you. We all sang happily until he opened his eyes. He was surprised and smiled widely. "Well, the old man forgot about his birthday already." He said and we all laughed. "Come on, blow out the candles and make a wish." I said as I carried the cake and dropped it before him on the bed. He closed his eyes for a brief moment then blew the candles. "Happy birthday Papa." I said and kissed his cheek. He grinned widely as Colt hugged him too. *** I sat down on my bed, my head against the headboard. I didn't want to leave just yet but the time was ticking. I will leave in less than three hours.

I’m happy. The scene begins to blur and then I’m in a pool. There’s a party going on around me. The birthday banners say, ‘Happy 6th Birthday’. There’s music and laughter all around. There are children and adults playing games. A man walks out with a cake, its candles lit. Everyone turns to me and begins to sing Happy Birthday. I know him, this man is my Papa. He looks at me like I’m the most special girl in the world. He loves me. Just as I spot my mother, the scene again begins to blur. I’m walking down a dim corridor holding my Papa’s hand. “Now that you are six and clever enough to understand, it’s time we visit the special library,” he says.