Novel & Cerita Happy Birthday Papa Poetry

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.

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.

"Papa! Papa! Please, wake up! Papa!” My young mind struggled to process what was happening. “No, no, no. This is not happening! This is just a bad dream! Please! Papa, wake up! Wake up, please!” A few seconds had passed, but my father never opened his eyes again. All I could do was hug his body and cry on his shoulders. "Please, wake up. Please, wake up.” This day was supposed to be a special day for me because it was my fifth birthday. My father was just supposed to hunt some wild boars so he could buy me a strawberry cake.

Freya praised. “Thank you, kid, but I know why you’re saying that. Your money is in your piggy bank,” Mama said. “Yehey, thank you, Lola mama and Lolo papa, and speaking of… nevermind. Are you excited for our birthday, Maynard boy? Because I’m excited.” “What did my granddaughter eat, she’s so cheerful today.” Even Papa noticed how cheerful Freya was. “You know, papa, whenever it’s close to their birthday, they’re always so happy. She’s hinting at you.” I said, referring to their gifts.

Dad would always add the last part, smiling like he’d invented it himself. Below the poem, written in smaller font: Never forget who you are meant to be. Happy Birthday, my star. With all my love, Dad. A tear slipped free and landed right on the paper, blurring the ink. I laughed softly through it, pressing my lips together, my chest aching in the best and worst way at the same time. I looked up at Jace, my eyes bright, disbelieving. “He remembered?” I asked, smiling so hard it hurt. “He really remembered?”

Aunt Minda said. Papa ignored his wife and daughter and instead looked at me. “Will you be joining us, Lexi?” I smiled uncertainly. “I have plans, Papa.” Papa nodded and returned his attention to the food. I smiled bitterly and tried not to cry in front of them. Papa didn’t remember that it was my birthday today, or maybe he didn’t even know it was my special day. “Excuse me. I’ll go ahead. I might be late,” was all I said.

And sentences to questions. "When dad left permanently, my mom and I struggled a bit but we were fine. Grandpa, aunts and uncles helped where they could and I was happy, on my seventeenth birthday my mom gave me a card that was written from our father. Flashback Son, if your reading this, then you are already a grown young lad. Happy seventeenth birthday. I'm very proud of what you have done and become thus far in this journey you call life. I may not be there physically but I am apart of your journey with you, our paths just haven't been crossed yet but it will soon. I'm certain you've gotten bigger than the last time I saw you and more manly.

"Day after tomorrow is Arnika's birthday. As she doesn't have anyone here with her,she will be lonely and definitely be upset on that day. So I want to celebrate her birthday in our house. As a friend, I think I should do this much for her. So..so…" I said. As I processed the words which I said to Papa, I understood that it sounded little stupid and seeing his expression I understood that he also felt that. "She will definitely feel upset and if I am not wrong, more than her you will be upset. So you don't want your friend to be alone on her birthday. " Papa said.

Oh, Papa! “I cannot lose you, too. My whole heart is with you. The most valuable gift from God. I hope you know that. And I know your Mama loves you too. She is watching over you from the realm beyond.” He touched my hair. “Happy birthday, Anna, my love. Please forgive me. I could not take care of our baby girl. I failed to keep the promise I made to you. I am so sorry,” he sniffled. After hearing his remarks, my heart felt heavy. “Passero,” he whispered, wiping his palm under my eyes. I think I was crying. He asked, “Can you hear me?”

She's smiling big as we sang with her ate Grace. "Happy birthday baby!" I greeted her sweetly. "Thank you, momma!" "Happy birthday Sunny!" Grace greeted her too. "Thank you, ate!" "Wishing time!" I said excitedly. She was also excited there because of her inexplicable smile. She started closing her eyes and then says her wish. "First of all, before I say my wishes, I just wanted to thank you Papa God because you let me celebrate another year here on Earth! Thank you too, because I'm with my momma and my ate Grace... "