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This 20th of May officially marks your womanhood and independence though we all know the fact that you are a unica hija and you'll always be Mommy's and Daddy's little girl. Etched in the stars you're the most stunning debutante at the moment. You are at your utmost feel of everything eighteen- 18-candle-lit cake, 18 of the freshest and sweetest-smelling roses. But just as wishing you the grand turning to 18 is hoping you the best of things more than the materialistic world has to offer. Written in your palms three short years from now is a promising career in shaping the lives of the likes of you now.

Looking back. A bubbly and boyish persona won a friendship one fine day in a veterinary clinic. You were a wingless angel those maydays of mine. The unfinished burger I regretted to take it out was a dumb witness to our being taste buddies and emoticon-filled stroll.

If not for this bump, I would be there for another banoffee experience and do some graffiti on Tita's table (a vandal would I be) with today's date and paw prints from your furry boy.

Today is all yours for the taking sooo BIGGEST C-H-E-E-R-S to this happiest birthday!!!

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