When Is Michael Aftons Birthday Novels & Stories

I had been expectant of the response from Raymond that sleep itself had not been cooperative. “The boy’s full name is Bryan James Ashford,” Raymond said, immediately I pressed the answer button. “He was born on the March 14th, 2021 at Westbrook General Hospital. His birth was registered by Aria Ashford, his mother. The father’s section on the birth certificate was blank.” “Hold on.” I put on my glasses, fetched a journal and pen from the drawer and jot the date down. “The fourteenth of March,” I repeated. I stared at the date for a moment. “2021. That was obviously five years ago. Are you certain?”

Turning to look at him, I kiss him hard and when he looks at me with a surprised smile, I roll my eyes. "Happy Birthday, Miguel Angel." "Fuck, that's today?" 11th of May. I snicker "Only you are capable of forgetting your birthday." He shrugs "Not important. As long as I remember yours. The seventh of September. I should have that tattooed somewhere discreet, don't you think?" My heart turns to mush, but I swat his arm "Your birthday is important." "Who celebrates their nineteenth birthday?" "Oh my God, you can't seriously mean that."

NATASHA Five weeks had passed since the day when all the nightmares had ended. Everyone was not ready to open up to the world again, but Michael organized an event exclusively for certain guests and for a cause. Inside the bathroom, I was pacing back and forth as I waited for a minute. In a minute, I would know what kind of gift I would be presenting to Michael. His birthday wasn't until three months from now, but if... "if" it turned positive, I might have to give him a heads up.

"Additionally, we could think about your birthday." Michael's expression showed his surprise. "Oh yeah, I'm 30 soon." "Two more days", I mumbled, fixing his collar by running my finger through it. "How could you forget your own birthday?" Michael beamed at my touch. "I haven't celebrated it ever since I turned 18", he shrugged. "For me, it's just another day that adds to my age, nothing more." "Hmm, we have to change that. Birthdays should always be celebrated!"

"Last question, when is Mike's birthday?" I didn't know this one. Mike never talked about his birthday. John told me that he'd stopped celebrating his birthday after Katherine's betrayal. I didn't write anything. When Rose asked us to show answers, we turned our notebooks to show. I looked at Mike's and John's answers. They were the same—27th July. "The score is four to three. The winner is John!" Rose announced. "Yes! I told you that I was going to win," John boasted, jumping to his feet.

Michael supersped into the restroom as he picked the call “Hello mama” “Hello Michael,how are you doing” “am fine mama but there is trouble oo” Michael said with a tone of seriousness in his voice “What is the problem Michael?” “it's Amber mama,it's Amber ooo” “What happened to Amber Micheal,what Happened?” “Her 18th birthday is in seven days time mama,the same day the abomination is going to rise” “What?!!how,how is that possible?” “I don't know Mama,I don't know”

"Oh I'm sorry Vicky. Did you take him to the doctor?" "Yeah Sara did. Doc gave some meds and it helped a little. I feel bad leaving Sara back at home with Michael but I can't just send you girls off to South Carolina with no direction what's so ever" "We can handle ourselves as grown women. If you ever need to be with Michael and Sara just let us know. We'll understand" "Thanks kid. So I know your birthday is coming up" I rolled my eyes. She was right. My birthday was on February 21st. Ry was supposed to come back the 19th.

Mike wanted to stop, but this was their opportunity to learn a little about the incident. “What’s the name of the friends you were planning on visiting?” Anne sighed, “Are you guys some sort of detective? I think its better you introduce yourself properly before questioning me.” Mike chuckled, “We’re no detective. My name’s is Michael Afonso, and this is my wife.” Anne’s eyes widened – the name was familiar to her. But, the Michael she knew was just a little boy, not this grown man. Now, she was the one curious to question them. “Michael Afonso?” She repeated.

Massimo said, raising an eyebrow. “Uh… Yes, it’s October 20th. But, what…? Oh, God!” Alice gasped, as the realization hit her “It’s my birthday! How could I forget?! I mean, my new birthday… Sorry, I'm still trying to get used to the idea that the date I always thought I was born in was wrong.” she sighed “I thought I turned 24 in April this year, but…” “Well, now you're officially going to be 24. And, for the first time, I will be able to be by your side.” Micah comforted her, with a beaming smile on his face “I hope you like the gifts I prepared.”

“Happy birthday, Hal!” Jordan threw herself onto her brother, wrapping her arms around his neck as if she was still a baby. Halton laughed. He almost forgot. It’s August 18th. The day his wrecked life started. "It’s dada’s birthday?” Angela asked, tilting her head cutely. Jordan scooped her up in her arms and placed a kiss on her squishy cheek. “Yup! And we gonna celebrate it with some snacks. Right, bro?”