Happy Birthday Papa Poetry Novels & Stories

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."

Wala naman akong mahanap na dahilan bakit ganoon ang reaksyon nila lalo na si Papa dahil sa pagkakaalam ko ay iyon pa ang magugustuhan niya. That’s not for pretention. Sabi ko ay hindi ako magaling magbigay ng appreciation verbally, pero hindi ko naman sinabing magaling ako mag-isip bago magsalita. I appreciate his existence and his will to be here. It’s also my first time celebrating christmas with Papa… again, this time together with our new family. So I think, I need to at least vocalize what I had in mind.

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."

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.” . .

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.

He turned to me and smiled. "Happy birthday sweetheart" he said quietly and handed me my gift and kissed my forehead. "Thanks dad" I murmured coolly and hugged him. Mom and dad began singing the traditional birthday song. Happy Birthday to You Happy Birthday to You Happy Birthday Dear Chelsea Happy Birthday to You. From good friends and true, From old friends and new, May good luck go with you, And happiness too. How old are you? I rolled my eyes and smiled at my two loving parents. "Eleven years old."