Happy Birthday Papa Poetry 소설 & 이야기

"Your papa had eyes just like yours. He was brave, and he made everyone feel safe. He loved me, and he would have loved you more than anything. Never doubt that, baby. Never doubt his love." That night, after his first birthday, everything is quiet. The guests are gone, the decorations are down, and the cake is gone except for crumbs. I rock him in my arms, singing softly. He is heavier now, longer, and growing too fast. "You’re one year old today," I whisper, my voice trembling. "Your papa missed your whole first year." Tears slip down my face. "He missed your first smile, your first laugh, and your first steps. He missed watching you become this amazing little person." I press my cheek to

I was busy feeding Pia when she smiled and said ; " Nano papa. " " Ha ha princess Pia nice try finish your pumpkin and potatoes . One more spoon . " Pia giggled and ate . "Michelangelo. " I looked up and spoke; " Roma... Papa ." " You are a good dad . " " Thank you. Happy birthday papa."

I poured the lube on her pussy and the coldness of it made her draw her legs close but I kept her legs spread wide open. The lube slid down her pussy to her ass, just where I needed it to be. Putting a hand to her hip, I raised her lightly to reveal her ass more and then I poured more of the lube directly on her asshole. Dropping the lube, I took two fingers to her ass and rubbed on it. "You almost took away my chance to fuck your ass on your birthday" "I am sorry, daddy" her words were in a thin, soft moan. "Hmm" I pushed a finger into her tight hole and she rolled her hip.

I let out a deep, heartfelt sigh, my voice filled with warmth, "Happy birthday, Dad." "Thank you," Dad replies Kai joins in, his arms enveloping Dad, "Happy birthday, Uncle Ezra." Dad smiles warmly, replying to Kai's embrace, "Thank you, Kai." Without missing a beat, I playfully interject, "Ohh, I can’t believe it. My sweet daddy is getting old." My voice softens as I gently pat his cheeks. It's become a yearly tradition for me to jest about his age, and the banter always brings a smile to both our faces. "Don’t grow old, Daddy."

His voice was steady, but his expression was soft. “Un uomo non potrebbe desiderare un padre migliore. Mi hai insegnato più di quanto potrò mai esprimere a parole, e non lo do per scontato. In questo nuovo anno ti auguro solo una cosa, papà: una felicità sincera. Buon compleanno!” (A man couldn’t have asked for a better father. You’ve taught me more than I can ever put into mere words and I don’t take it for granted. All I wish for you in this new year, dad, is genuine happiness. Happy birthday!)

'Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday to you' The song reached my ears followed by my pumpkin. "Happy Birthday Bambi" he jumped into my room and came running to me. Soon his father and grandmother followed him. "God bless you child" his granny gave me blessings. "Thank you, ma'am" At present, I was too surprised to say anything. I have just woke up and all this is too much for me to grasp. I was not expecting this even for one percent. As my eyes met him he whispered 'Happy birthday' which my eyes doesn't fail to read.

A shy smile escaped her lips. Suddenly papa looked sad. "I am sorry I left you, my baby. I know what you have to go through here. I love you more than you will ever know, my child. Trust me, please, when I say I tried to keep regular tabs on you. You were never far away from my thoughts." She kind of liked papa. He was nice, and sorry. "I want you to have all the love in the world, my child. I want you to have what I could not get in my life. Don't ever be sad, my child. Have faith in me. I will make sure at least you get your happily ever after."

I amble towards them and give them a huge, warm embrace too. “Congratulations, my dear,” mama says through her soft, noiseless sobs. “Congratulations,” papa adds, then coughs to clear his trembling voice. “Mama, papa, thank you for everything, for your sacrifices, for your understanding, for your love. You don’t know how grateful I am to be your daughter, to have parents like you.” “And you don’t know how thankful we are to be your parents and to have a daughter like you,” papa responds.

“ Dad ,do not say that . You mentioned you could pass for you loved her . I did not want to loose another parent again after Mom passed . I told you the first day she scalded tea on my arms you — ” “ It was a mistake ” Mr Blair interrupted Isabella . “ Yes , every evil she does is a mistake . I am done with everything related to your wife . You promised you won't be with another after mom's death but you are did the opposite and with a she-devil who doesn't care about others just herself. You just ruined my mood .I hate her and Dad if she tries to be nice towards me in pretence , I would sting her hard like a deadly scorpion with no remorse .” Isabella blurts out her eyes red and full with t

He said it was a birthday gift for me. "Why did you still buy something? We know that you're coming because you never miss your birthday, to be with us. And because of that, Papa prepared a lot. Do you know that your father saved money from selling balut because he was excited to prepare for your birthday again. So, come to the table to eat." I looked back at Papa, who was looking at me and smiling, so I immediately approached him to hug him and thank him. I'm crying because even in his condition, he still makes a way to give me a good feast.