Just daddying around

Birthday

It was a rainy winter afternoon back in 1968.
It was November 5th like today.
The world wouldn’t be the same again.
Only madder.
It was the day that Kyramas was born.
Brought into a world without being asked.
Into a world of misery and pain.
Given the choice, Kyramas would have probably said no !
But he had no say in that, no choice.
So he did what he knew best.
He cried his lungs out.
He still does when people aren’t watching. Silently.
A tearless cry for not being asked.
It was the day that Kyramas was born.
Happy birthday Kyramas.
Happy birthday to me.

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