Happy Birthday Papa Poetry Novels & Stories

" Happy Birthday, Neela baby. I hope you have liked the cake. Daddy baked this cake only for you. How are you, pumpkin? I hope you are fine. I know that your Mommy and Papa are taking proper care of you. I am sorry that I am not with you anymore. But, trust me, child, I miss you every day. I miss your tantrums, I miss your cute voice, I miss how you used to call me Daddy. I miss everything about, my baby. I love you a lot. The day I came to know that you aren't well you won't believe how much I have cried for you. Every day I pray to God for your wellbeing. I hope you will be fine very soon. Maybe I am very far from you right now but I promise that soon I will come to meet you. I love you, b

Papa convinced. Even though today's my seventeenth birthday, the day's still the same. The sun still rises, the earth keeps spinning, and other people's routine still continue like nothing has ever changed. I don't feel like I've aged, really. Is that part of growing up? Papa wants to celebrate and stay here. It's not really much of a celebration. Papa just cooks a lot and we'd eat, sometimes inviting a few neighbors like Mrs. Thomas. And Caleb goes here too.

“So thank you, Papa. Thank you for being my hero. I hope we can still share more laughter, more stories, and more memories in the future. I love you. Happy birthday, Papa.” I walked toward him, and even as tears welled in my eyes, I hugged him tightly and kissed him on the cheek, a simple gesture, yet filled with gratitude and love.

Mason said and approached the man who comes down from the stairs, Mason hugged the man while the man that Mason just called dad messed up his hair. I immediately averted my eyes from them, I felt a little pain in my chest when I suddenly remembered the times when I can freely hug my father and my father would hug me back and look at me with admiration as if I'm the greatest thing that happened to him. I miss those moments when my dad would take me to the beach and we will create a sandcastle and I will cry every time the wave destroys our sandcastle. But I guess it will remain as a fragment of my past, I will never experience that again, I will never hug my father ever again. "Where's mom?"

he said, his full stop a question mark. I pushed back after giving him a hug and straightened with the brightest smile I could manage. “Use me to your fullest, Papa.” And his thin lips curled up in a huge satisfied grin. “I will, my dear, I will.” I figured that the more work he gave me, the closer I’ll get to the password. It isn’t my mother’s birthday either. So what the fuck can it be? What is Papa keeping in that safe? I’m dying to find out.

Today of all days, I should have known it would be from Mama. Mama: Happy Birthday, my Sweet Pea!!! Daddy and I can’t wait to see you at breakfast today! I love you… bigger than Pi is infinite! A tear slips out of my eye while reading her text message. Mama always knows how to make me feel loved. When she uses our love phrase, the one we’ve had for as long as I can remember, it makes me feel like a carefree kid again. Back when I used to enjoy the early mornings; the adventure of a new day and what I could learn from it.

What, like with a party or something? You don't think our baby deserves a celebration? he teases, his voice light and playful. Maybe we could throw a big party. With cake. And balloons. And a whole lot of confetti. I laugh this time, a real, full laugh. "Jaxon, this isn't a birthday party." He winks at me. "Maybe not. But it's the start of something way better than that." For a moment, we just stand there, holding each other, letting the reality of what's happening settle between us. I'm still scared, still unsure of the future, but Jaxon's joy is like a light shining through the dark.

The day the truth came out, I took Florence and our daughter to visit the graves of the ones I had lost. Zoe hugged my leg. "Dad, I'll live well for my brothers and sisters." On the day my parents were executed, John went critical in the hospital. This time, there were no organs to save him. My kid could finally call me Dad.

He looked toward me as though he wanted to explain, but all he said was, "We will speak tonight." Then he turned and walked toward the waiting motorcar without hesitation. The engine started behind us, and a moment later, the sound faded beyond the gates. Luca stopped walking. He stood very still until the motorcar could no longer be heard, then threw himself into my arms. His tears soaked through the front of my dress. "Mom," he sobbed, "I don't want Papa anymore. Can it just be us?"

Confetti rained down, catching the glimmer of the sun, and the joyful shouts of familiar voices filled the air. Mr. Frank stood there, utterly surprised, as his friends emerged from the shadows, their faces beaming with delight. They broke into a harmonious rendition of "Happy Birthday," their voices filled with warmth and affection. Taylor and Catalina watched their father's reaction with a smile. It was a beautiful moment, a testament to the love and appreciation their father's friends held for him. The years had forged deep bonds of friendship, and today, they were celebrating not just another year of life but a lifetime of shared memories.