Dear son,
In the beginning, Adam met Eve. Then A met B, then C met D… then Y met Z.
After the Great Flood, Mariano met Trinidad (Espinosa) and Juan met Romana (Rivera); and, Federico met Francisca (David) and Cipriano met Antonia (Kalingasan). Then Bienvenido met Leonila (Espinosa) and Ruben met Natalia (David).
Then I met the lovely Nerissa.
Then came you.
I thank those who came before us starting from the Garden of Eden sans the snake because without them, there will be none of those who had names I do not know and none of those whose names I still remember.
Without them, there is no us.
Without them, there is no you, Andre Christer —whose name I will never forget.
Without them, we have no barista to make the best pull day after day.
Without them, I wouldn’t have a son who is self-motivated and has a strong determination to excel at everything he gets his hands on.
From the beginning until the end, I thank God for you, son.
Happy birthday! I love you.
I need my coffee now.
Cheers!
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