Chapter 37

STRIKER

“What the f—?” I stared at them one by one when the cake arrived. I was surprised that I even forgot my own birthday. I mean, I knew it was my birthday month, but I usually celebrated it with my friends at the bar and a cake with Dad.

“I thought you could celebrate it with us today and tomorrow with your Dad,” Moses said.

I was even more surprised when my friends came to join us. Sax, Kye, Reed, Reef, Cenric, Beck, and Mykel were around. The only person missing was Rome. He was far. I understood why he couldn’t make it.

“Wow. Guys, I don’t know what to say.” I sighed in contentment, and I thought I had gotten teary-eyed.

Emory placed the cake on the table and lit the candle, and they started singing for me.

“Happy birthday, dear Striker. Happy birthday to you.” They ended with applause.

“Make a wish, son,” Dad said.

I drew a deep breath and made a wish internally.

I wish eternal happiness, love, and good health to those