Novel & Cerita Happy Birthday Papa Poetry

If only there was no barrier between the two of them, he really wanted to hug Sophia. "Congratulations son. Congratulations on your pregnancy this time. Papa hopes that God will give you and your baby-to-be health, smoothness and convenience until the time comes to give birth. Papa will pray for the best for you from within here." "Why are you crying, Papa?" Sophia scolded when she found her father teary eyed.

The sandy brown hair. It was him. It wasn’t a dream or a nightmare that was a part of my life. It was really the man I saw in the haze of my dreams or nightmares. “Happy Birthday, Natasha.” His deep baritone voice surrounded me, plucking a chord from my past. “It’s time to come home.” “P—Papa?”

Leslie lit the candle and carried the light cake in his hand. “Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you…” Leslie sang and the feeling of his singing was nostalgic. This brought back memories from when I was younger. When I was only a child. “Papa, is mama going to make it this time?” I asked in Japanese as dad stared at the time before he smiled at me. “I guess we’ll just have to make it twice as fun to make up for mama.” Dad replied in my tongue as he rubbed my cheek. “Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you…” Dad sang along with the maids as I smiled brightly. “Make a wish.”

I immediately run to them to give him a hug. "Papa, what a pleasant surprise? I didn't know you're coming" i said in utter joy. I cannot describe how happy i am now after getting back my father. The void which i used to feel is filled now. "Happy Birthday Payu" Papa wished me. "Thank you!!!" I said with a grin... Nick also wished me. After many years, i spent my birthday with no regrets or upset mood.

I can't believe she even wish me a birthday dispase the insult she has gotten from us. I got up from my bed and wended into the bedroom as I brush my teeth and take my bath?. I plodded downstairs and find my maid already preparing breakfast?. Truth about me,I don't have a mother, it's only a father I have and that man, He always go to work as early as (5:AM) he doesn't have time for me? "happy birthday "Ma'am zoey"? My maid lily wish me as I plopped down to eat?. Thanks lily,my dad can't even wait to wish me happy birthday before going to his work? What a coward father.

I get up from the bed and go to him, I was barely restraining myself from jumping his bones just now. “Bacon, toasts and eggs.” He pulls out a chair for me, and I sit, he sits across from me, disappointment fills my gut, I wanted to feel his body heat as he sat next to me. “I wanted the sandwich but that would be ready in another forty minutes, so I got this instead. But I found freshly made mango juice.” I chuckle, “Breakfast set for a queen, thank you kind sir.” “It is Daddy now.” I blink up at him, “What?”

Make sure you greet papa for me. Bye for now. With lots of love, Your one and only grandchild, Janice.

Mamá chuckles at the silent battle going on between I and daddy dearest. “Happy birthday my princess and my prince! You both are so grown up now. . .I cannot believe I made you both.” She groans, throwing her head back while father whispers a few words into her ear. And I’m certain they’re very inappropriate words. The old man has no filter. “Happy birthday,” father holds my stare for a long minutes before clearing his throat and continuing, “firecracker.” I smile at him. “Thank you, Papá.” He nods tightly.

Dad paused and his gaze landed on me. “You both have grown-up into more than what we imagined that every parent wished their children wanted to be. We love you both with all our hearts and souls, my children. Happy birthday to Xandry and Saph!” Dad raised the champagne glass and everyone followed. I raised and sipped mine and didn’t even remember how I had it. Wait, he was not going to say something other than that? Did he change his mind?

I don’t know how old you turn today, Shit, I am not even sure you born yet, But I know your mama does Bleak as my memory is, Son, I hope you understand that, I will never forget my love for you. The world today needs strongly bred men, Or so they say, son. That’s why I hope we spent your sixth birthday chit-chatting, And if I am too busy working to fend for us, Or not in your life as I should be, I know your mama is raising you right, Please respect her for what she deserves. Son, I won’t tell a thing about love, Hell, I have got a clue neither, Don’t giggle over my age and wonder,