Happy B'day, Dear daughter !!

*FICTION*

She came home late that night and went to bed straightly. She picked her laptop and checked her mails. As she opened the second mail, she froze for a moment.... Dad's mail!!! . As she opened, it read:

Dear Princess,

Wish you a very happy B’day!

Come home today! Let’s celebrate.

Love,

Papa J

Her joy knew no bounds. Tomorrow was her B’day and her dad and she was not on talking terms for six months now. She was happy beyond limits. Just at the moment, her phone rang!

As she held the phone in her hands, she realized it was the alarm and it was 6 a.m. in the morning. She understood that it was a dream. She thought about the dream again and re-read the email several times from her mind. She felt like crying. For a moment she wanted to call her Dad but then decided against it. Her head was aching so she went back to sleep instead. Within 15 minutes she realized that she couldn't sleep anymore.

She got up. It was 7 in the morning. She went to the kitchen to make the breakfast. Coincidentally there were no coffee seeds and no eggs. She opened the fridge and got two apples. Soon the phone started ringing and there were calls from friends, colleagues, cousins etc. She thanked everyone but she was not okay inside. The dream did not leave her since the night.

She took bath and the door-bell rang. Must be milkman, she thought. As she opened the door, there was a courier boy and there was a parcel for her. She signed the paper and took the parcel and went back to kitchen.

She picked the plate full of cut apples and the parcel and sat on the dining table. Inside the parcel, she found a cute purple cap and a strawl. There was a letter too. She opened it:

Dear Rohini,

Wish you a very happy Bday!!

I want you to be happy and cheerful on this day. But Rohini. I do have to say something. We have been in regular touch since the day you left home. You are cheerful whenever I call you. But I am your mother, Rohini. I can sense the sadness behind your words. Your dad is feeling the same, dear. You are an adult now. And adults do have issues sometimes. Maturity is when those two adults sit and talk their differences out, especially when it is such a special relationship.

You and your father are just the same, Rohini. Egoistic! Yes, Egoistic!! Both of you miss each other , I know that. But none of you will take the first step, I know that too.

Your father has ordered your favorite butterscotch cake with chocolate icing as he does on every B’day of yours. But he will not call you himself. Now you take one step, beta. Come home for lunch or dinner, whatever you are comfortable with and talk to your father. He loves you a lot. He misses you a lot. And I know you too love him and miss him too.

A very Happy B’day to my darling daughter once again.

I hope you liked the gift. After all, purple is your favorite.

Love,

Mamma. <3

As she read the letter, last year came to her mind in a flash- the job Vs post-graduation, the late night parties, the transfer which she had to refuse and everything. Tears flooded her eyes in a second. After a moment she felt a sudden relax to her mind and heart.

She went to the sink and washed her eyes right there. As she turned she realized the coffee beans were there and she had put them in a different container three days back. She smiled to herself. In a second, she went to her room, picked up the bag, wore the purple cap and strawl and headed for home.

She just had to go.

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