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Malia
It was my 14th birthday, I was over the moon about it because since I was 9 years old my daddy promised me to get me a real gun and teach me how to use it on my 14th birthday.
My mom was totally against my gift, she still had high hopes for me to be more of a girly girl that wants makeup and clothes or something but that's just not what I was into none of that entertained me.
Me and my mother were home in our two bedroom flat getting ready for my fathers arrival he's been at work all night and just called us to tell us he was on his way home, my mother was making all my favorite foods and baking me a birthday cake. Every year she'd go all out in the kitchen just for me, being the only child definitely had it's perks.
The radio was blasting with my father's and I favorite song "Bailamos" feeling the Spanish beat take over my body I danced over to my mother, grabbing her out of the kitchen we started to get in sync with each other following her lead we danced around the living room our smiles were uncontrollable as we did our little routine, in the middle of us breaking it down my father entered the house cheesing at us. He was holding a long black case, two dozen roses and a big yellow envelope. Immediately I was done dancing, as always my daddy had my full attention. "Papa!" I exclaimed running over to him wrapping my arms around his torso hugging him tightly, "what'd you get me? What's this?!" I was overly excited and I knew exactly what was in the case.
"Well if you let me get through the door, you'll see mija." Chuckling he shook his head because he knew I wasn't letting go, "Cat" he called out to my mother, "can you close the door for me?" He questioned as he walked to the dining room table with me still attached, my mother closed and locked the front door following us over to the table. "These are for you, my love." He gave my mother a dozen roses and placed the other dozen in front of me "and these are for my princess" huffing I let him go and sat in the chair pouting.
"Papa! I don't want that nonsense, what's in the case?"
"Lia, who taught you how to be so ungrateful?!" Amazed by his choice of words I playfully put my hand on my chest acting shocked. "I am not, you know I hate flowers papa, I just want a gun." Pouting i looked up at him and slowly a smile etched onto his face.
"Okay you'll have to wait just a moment, take this and go to your room Lia, read the notes while I talk to your mother. Happy birthday mija, I love you." Handing me the yellow envelope, I nodded and hugged him tightly, "thank you papa!" I kissed his cheek and ran to my room excitedly, every year he'd give me one of these envelopes that was full of money for me to put up and a note that said how much he loved me. Reading them just made me love my papa even more each year. He was a busy man but he loved me and my mother so much, and no one could tell me otherwise. Opening the envelope I see at least twenty-thousand dollars, a packet of papers that was stapled together, a pair of keys, a business card and a white sheet of note paper, pulling out the note paper I begin to read my fathers perfect handwriting.
