On a bright beautiful Sunday morningAs the birds of the air were squeakingI rose up at the dawn of the dayAs my heart kept repeating it’s my birthday
There were so many things ringing in my mindPlan, expectations and excitement of a kindDespite all everything, I ran to the large tableTo see if my daddy had bought me an apple
“Daddy should have forgotten to buy”, I said to myselfIt was disappointing, though there were others' presentsDaddy is definitely too rich, should he run out of money?What if I may get them this evening to eat them with honey?
In the evening came my dad’s car, I ran and opened the doorIn came my daddy with a briefcase and nothing moreWhen I could not wait any longer, I asked my daddyIf he had bought me an apple, at least one if not many
“Not yet my sweet heart”, replied dad with a smileA smile not ordinary but had something more than a mileI went back to my room pondering what this smile could meanAnd heard my dad say “son, we’re going out get ready”
My eyes grew big, believing there is still hope for me“it is to the apple shop”, I thought then I quickly got readyWe got ourselves on the car, the shop wasn’t too farMy dad had brought his briefcase, and I wondered what for?