Novel & Cerita Saddest Birthday Song

Gemma said as Kayden nodded frantically. “It's yours, only yours, forever yours. Gemma, please just talk to me.” Kayden begged frantically as Gemma stood up. “Thank you, Kayden, really. Thank you.” Gemma said as she walked out the door as Kayden fell to his knees. He just lost two people, his world, his wife, and daughter. How could this be? HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME💪🎂 JEEZ IT'S BEEN A RIDE, GOD BLESS ME AND Y'ALL. THANK YOU FOR SUPPORTING ME EVEN THOUGH I AM NOT THE MOST CONSISTENT PERSON ON PLANET EARTH.

“Hello everyone. Thank you for coming to celebrate my Mama’s fifty-eighth birthday party… Mama, this song is called, A Song For You. Happy birthday!” Her fingers ran on the white keys sending shivers down everyone’s spine. Then she began to sing. And every lyric went straight to their hearts, especially Estela. Her tears streamed down her face as she listened to her daughter. Her performance ended the event.

"Hello, everyone. I'm JD Chua. Tonight, instead of the traditional birthday song, I'll be serenading the birthday girl with a song called Madison Rain. I hope you like it, Maddie... You try to hide your broken smile And the sadness in your eyes The things that I wish I could Take away even for just a while I want to make you smile everyday Promise never to make you cry Please give me a chance because By your side is where I want to stay Maybe it's not fair to ask you All of these things because I know I'm not who you want But I don't know what else to do I'll wait for you, Madison Rain Even if it takes forever And I'll be waiting still

He sang another song titled My Love by Westlife. Sabrina was smiling adorably. She wanted to hear him sing all day long. She wouldn't get tired. His birthday was near, and she wanted to give him the best surprise of his life—more expensive than anything else. Memories are irreplaceable and priceless… and that's all she wanted to give him.

I whimper, my voice completely wrecked. Happy birthday to me.

Her last single birthday ever. “Aw, guys, thank you!” Audrey gasped and she got teary-eyed. Everyone was there from her assistant Marie to Sebastian, to her old classmates at Catholic school. Mikey and Liv even went the extra mile to get her favorite band, All Time Low, to play the happy birthday song. “Your last birthday ever as a single lady,” Mikey beamed and brought over a glass of champagne. “You better drink up,” “Ha-ha, thanks,” Audrey took the drink and sipped it happily.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY SELENA!" I heard cheers making me shocked. Before me were Sophie, The Gamma, Jane the Beta, Smith and some other people I don't know, I didn't even remember it was my birthday today. I haven't celebrated my birthday ever since my grandma passed away. My parents doesn't even know when my birthday is, so it became a normal day for me. I never expected Sophie to still got reminded of it. I got so emotional, that I didn't know when tears began rushing out, it was happy tears, I hugged Sophie tightly thanking her repeatedly.

No one had ever had this much of an impact on me. What more reason do I have to try living? You were my Ikigai and still you are. Everything was bearable just because of you. Now that my heart bleeds in the cold lone night, and you are not here to get me through it all, make it all so hard. What am I supposed to do now? Why is my life only filled with winter and darkness? Why does it have to be me? Why only me? Why doesn't the heavens want me to be happy?

All of them. I started to sing a lopsided version of the birthday song to myself, “Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday, happy birthday… happy birthday to me…” Tears welled, sliding down my cheeks between each sob. “…it’s fine,” I whispered to myself, forcing a smile. Dad’s still recovering. They’re busy. It’s fine. It’s... My vision blurred. “…it’s fine,” I repeated, but my voice cracked this time. Another tear slipped down before I could stop it. Then another. I wiped them away quickly.

The tension in the air was thick—too thick to be normal. And then it hit. Roses and balloons burst through the air. The whole class started singing, loud and off-key but full of it: “Happy birthday to you, 2×. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you.” I gasped. My hand flew to my mouth before I could stop it. Joy hit me so hard it almost hurt. I hadn’t celebrated my birthday properly in years. After Dad died, the date felt hollow. Mom tried, but I always brushed it off.