"He's coming! Everybody come in closer!"
The crowd gathered. Whispers filled the air; the
electric charge is almost chilling. The excitement rushed through
the mass of people, their ages ranging from three years old to
eighty years old.
The door opened. Everyone was silent. The tension was
impenetrable. A man stepped into the room. At five foot nine, he
was a solid looking man. He looked like he had been fishing all
day, his face and arms tanned.
He nearly dropped the package he had been holding. At
first, confusion swept his face. As the realization hit, three of
his youngest grandchildren came running at him, nearly knocking
him down. The three girls wrapped themselves around him, and as
he hugged them, he started to tear up. The children scattered
back into the crowd.
He looked around and saw everyone. Recognizing all
the faces, he asks, "What is this?" His three daughters step up
and wrap him into another hug. "Happy birthday, dad," they said
together. "Happy birthday."
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