*This is a daily prompt on writing a post with three parts that have nothing to do with each other except for one thing in each part. Enjoy!
Birthdays remind different people of different things. They remind parents that their “baby” is no longer a baby. They remind children that they are becoming “big kids.” They remind teenagers that they are almost adults. They remind adults that they are growing older. Although in all cases, what birthdays remind everyone is that time is passing.
That was what Simone was thinking of on his 77th birthday. His eight grown children were around him along with his twenty-one grandchildren. As they sang him “happy birthday,” he looked at the seventy-seven candles lit on the large cake that his youngest grandchild insisted on putting.
“Make a wish, Grandpa!” shouted the youngest grandchild.
Simone closed his eyes hard and made a wish that seemed to be a pointless one. He tried to hide the tears behind the big smile. He wanted them to all know that he was blessed. He was content with how his life unwrapped itself all these years. Yet still, as he looked around and saw young faces smiling at him and at each other, he only thought of Annabelle. Annabelle was the one person he always imagined his life to be with, until she married before Simone got the chance to propose. Annabelle was the one he wished for as he blew those candles. His mind may have left her out to think about other matters, but she was always in his heart. How he wished she’d walk through the door! It wasn’t far from reality, for her grandchild had moved in next door recently.
As the forks clinked on the plates of cake, and as Simone’s thoughts were wandering, the doorbell rang.
The doorbell was broken, so Fred called the handy man to come fix it.
“That’s not the only thing that is broken in this house,” Samantha thought and sighed.
“What’s the matter, babe?” Fred asked.
Samantha looked at him and smiled. “Nothing sweetie. I am just tired.”
Fred could sense something was wrong. Actually, he has been sensing this for a while now, but every time he asks, Samantha would say that she is tired.
They met when they were in college, and after thirteen years of marriage, Fred was still in love with Samantha.
“But I’m not in love with him,” Samantha keeps thinking. “I’m in love with someone else.” Fred did not know this, nor did he know that Samantha already packed her bags to leave.
“Mother!” Ahmad called.
No one answered him. He had been traveling for eighteen hours now, tired and hungry. He reached his parents’ home and knocked on the door, but no one answered.
Still, not a peep.
“Mother!” He saw his mother walk inside. He slammed the door.
Ahmad turned around.
“My boy, is that you, Ahmad?” Ahmad’s father came closer, giving his son a hug.
“I’ve been out here for a while. Mom is inside, but I don’t think she can hear me knocking.”
Ahmad’s father dug out the house keys from his pocket. “She like sitting upstairs, and her hearing as gotten worse since last time. She doesn’t even like to wear those hearing aids!”
“Well, we have to fix this,” Ahmad said.
By the next couple of days, Ahmad had installed a doorbell.
“Mother, if anyone comes over, they’ll ring this doorbell and you will hear it. It is very loud.”
“Thank you, my boy,” his mother replied.