A HAPPY BIRTHDAY
I offered her trucks and trains, but she only wanted to play with dolls. Above all, she wanted to be a fairy princess.
Who was I kidding? My daughter would never have choices. She was born sick and even after the operation, she would never run and play like the other kids.
She’s 37 years old today and I don’t think she’s ever had a moment of true happiness. If only I was the fairy princess, I would wave my magic wand and make her well.
Then I would wish her a Happy Birthday and my wish would come true.
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