Eight Candles

Big plans was set for a sleep over birthday party amongst selected friends from school. But that sought-after project was scrapped. With her highly infectious chicken pox and the slightly elevated temperature, we ended up with just "us", her all immune few close "manangs" (adopted big sisters), and a couple more "titos and titas" (uncles and aunties) to celebrate her birthday.

We sang the happy birthday song, we prayed and imparted words of blessings, and we cheered after she blew 8 candles. She was joyful all the way inspite of her physical state. It was a brief, no-fuss, no-mess gathering.

Then, I worked the night shift. Three hours later, I found a note tucked in my bag. This was what the scribbles say:

"To Momy. I hope you feel so much better in your work. I'm sad because I have chicken pocks but it is the best birthday party ever! Thank you to you and Popy. I love you Momy. You'r the best. xoxoxox"

Our still "nam-nam" little peanut is no longer a baby. At her age, I am proud to say that she is growing up to be a fine, responsible, and clever young lady.

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