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Happy Birthday to me

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DancingIdiot 1 decade ago

Happy Birthday! =D

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YourFairytale 1 decade ago

Happy Birthday :]

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spence* 1 decade ago

happy happy birth day may all your dreams come true i wish it was my birth day so i could party too~ happy birth day

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Melina DiMambro is bae* 1 decade ago

Happy B-Day :)

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SazzX* 1 decade ago

Haha ;) I see the little present,so I knew it was your birthday :D Happy Birthday!

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BananaSplit143 1 decade ago

thank you <3

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CuteGirl9 1 decade ago

Happy birthday :))x

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BananaSplit143

posted January 23, 2013 at 7:29am UTC tagged with advice

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Birthday tomorrow. Woohoo.
Daddy's Little Angel C h a p t e r 1 I slam the door to the taxi and throw my phone into my purse as I enter Le Monde. I span the room for my father, I haven't seem him in 10 years. So it might be a little difficult to find him. I see a man sitting alone in a booth with hair as gray as his beard, hiding behind glasses, with a suit on. He looks as confused as I do. We both catch eachother looking at eachother and his eyes gleam, calling me over. I shake off my nervousness and take a seat besides him. "Peter?" "No, call me Dad." "You aren't entitles to that title. You was never there for me after mom passed." "I'm trying to make that up to you." "Impossible." "How's you and James?" "If this is your idea of trying to come back into my life, think again." "But Mira---." "No, you wanted to come out for dinner. Nothing more." I explain. "Okay," He sighs, "Let's get some food on the table." He gestures for a waitress to come over and reads aloud the menu to me. She stands over us with her notepad already in-hand. "Peter, I'm not 8 anymore, I don't need you to read to me." "Sorry, you're right." "So what is it that you want?" "Nothing." I mumble glancing over the menu. "What was that?" He says confused. "Nothing," I assure him. "I'll have some filet mignon. "I'll have the same." We both give the menus to her and drift back into an awkward gaze. He shifts in his seat and stares at his hands which are crossed. "Why is it that exactly 10 years later you want to 'try to be a father' again?" "I have news." He says ignoring my question. So I ignore his statement. "Your mother is alive." Want a reminder? Comment. Teaser: She lives in Chicago, not so far away from here. Yes guys I am back! I missed you all! I'm starting a new story, please read it xoxo