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I uttered as I dropped the book and rose to my feet, and proceeded to fold the rest of the clothes. After I was done packing my clothes and other necessities, I knew there was something left I had not added and after racking my brain, I remembered that it was my new books. Dad got those four books for me on my 24th birthday which was last month. They were books written about the nuns' lifestyles and I was so ecstatic when I laid my hands on them. I have not started to read them because I still have some other books to finish and I did not have much spare time.

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I asked eyeing him suspiciously "It depends on how you want to see it I have sent thousands of birthday gift with notes attached to family, friends and even.............." "Obviously you have sent birthday gift you are not a sociopath I mean have you ever personally handwritten a birthday note?" i asked him again "oh no....... My assistant is the one that write those" He said finally understanding my question "But that make is almost the same thing as just buying a random birthday card" I said "I sometimes also get birthday card but it is mostly for the people that work for me and just sign in it" He said making me wonder more if he even knew the meaning of personal touch

I promise to trust you. I promise to make your birthday a big damn deal. Whether you're turning 1 or 35, I promise balloons and streamers and surprise parties and the cakes of your choice. Some years you might love that, and other years it might feel sort of cheesy, but when you look back on birthdays past, I promise you'll know that you were celebrated by the people who cared about you most.

birthday party. I compressed my work into five days and booked an early return flight. Then I sent three group messages. The first went to my parents and in-laws: [Mom, Dad, this Saturday is my birthday. Richard wants to host a gathering at home. You're invited to come and celebrate!] The second went to Richard's close friends, colleagues, and Claudia's office rivals: [Saturday, 10 a.m., party at Richard's place. Good food, good wine—come join!]

“I want to. You’re happy and that’s what matters. Maybe something related to the pack history he loves?” “That’s a beautiful idea.” Mom pulled out her phone. “There’s an antique bookstore in the next town over that specializes in historical documents. We could go tomorrow morning and look for something special.” Tomorrow would be day two of three before the birthday, but getting out of this house and away from the brothers even for a few hours sounded appealing. “I’d like that,” I said. “Perfect! We’ll leave first thing in the morning.” We spent the next hour going through lists. What food to serve, how to arrange furniture, what flowers to order. Mom’s excitement was infectious and I found

"Luna. Luna quietly told me what you would like for your birthday." Birthday. The word hits me like a slap of a cold shower. October fifteenth. Today's the fifteenth of October, and I'd completely forgotten. "My birthday," I tell him, looking at the package in his hand. "I completely forgot." "I figured you'd have more pressing issues." Kael offers me the package. "It's nothing much, but Luna said you'd like it." I pick up the bound book, feeling its shape and weight in the tissue paper. Heavy and solid something, with the definite weight of good craftsmanship.

The lights washed the aisles with a cool white fluorescence, but it seemed warm with a comforting smell of books, and a warm earthy glimmer from the tapestry of books. We spotted her walking among the towering shelves in the stacks, as she was clearing the library...she was finishing her eight-hour shift, and she really needed to study but I knew she really needed a good break. On top of all that, tomorrow was her birthday. We'd parked ourselves at one of the desks, and when she walked back through the shelving, we greeted her with, "Happy birthday, baby girl!" I continued, "We wanted to give you a pre-birthday surprise, with champagne and double the fun! You mentioned having two or three gu

his hand glided along her inner thigh as he completed, "I’d have torn them apart before they even got the chance." She didn't know what to feel about his answer. He had managed to defend her and belittle her in the same breath. ......... It just so happened that on her birthday, the old-age home had arranged a two-day-long excursion for elderly people. And she was chosen to accompany them as one of the helpers. There was no better way to celebrate than by spending her day with these old souls. Her birthday was a forgotten occasion for her family except for Dylan. She wondered if her mom and dad would remember her birthday this time, after all, it was her 18th birthday. She was going to becom

We picked a table by the window, and before we could settle in, a chubby older lady in a floral-patterned shirt approached us. “Hi, welcome to Café Curzon! What can I get for you?” “Iced coffee,” I said. “Make that two,” Marco added. The lady smiled and shuffled away, leaving us in a brief silence. I sipped my water, glancing at him. “So… what’s this about? This isn’t about the company, is it?” His gaze flickered with amusement. “No, it’s not.” He leaned forward slightly. “I want to purchase some children’s books. Not for the company—this is personal.”