THE LITTLE BOY NAMED ANGGASTA

In a little world, a little boy was born. And, nobody knew it yet. Not his parents nor even the boy himself. But somewhere, at the very end of a very long road, there was a star waiting for him.As the years went by, the little boy learned to walk, to fall, and to stand again.

One day, the little boy grew a little bigger. Bigger, and bigger. Until, one day, he was no longer the little boy from the beginning of the story.He had become someone people could look up to, someone people could rely on, someone deeply loved by people around him. But even someone who has grown so much can still find himself standing at a crossroads. So, now, choose your next step! A. Take the road beneath the stars. B. Take the road beneath the morning sun.

Took the road beneath the stars, he walked slowly beneath the sky, carrying every dream he had once whispered to himself. And with every step, he learnt that growing up was never about becoming someone perfect. It was about becoming someone who could still be kind, even after the world had taught him how difficult it could be.

The road he chose was warmer, brighter, and filled with the echoes of laughter from people he had met along the way. He walked among the memories he had made. The silly ones, the difficult ones, and the ones he wished he could keep forever. And somewhere between all those memories, he would realize something he had never noticed before.

He had become someone worth loving.Someone who people were happy to have met. Someone people would choose, again and again.

There were many roads the boy could have taken. Some were bright and easy. But other maybe were dark and difficult, or even led him to places he never expected to see, then made him lose his way for a while. But no matter which road he chose, he kept walking. Then he grew into someone who brave enough to dream, gentle enough to care, and kind enough to leave a little warmth wherever he went. He stumbled, he learned, he changed. But through all of it, he became someone wonderful. So perhaps it was never about choosing the right road. It was simply another way for him to become the person he was meant to be.

And I, am one of those people who met him. And I, I am so glad that I did Because before I knew him, he was already becoming someone worth loving. So, My Sweetheart, wherever your roads may lead you, I hope you always remember this: I am thankful that you were born. Thankful that, out of all the people in this enormous world, our paths crossed. And most of all, I'm happy that I get to know the boy who grew up to become you. Happy birthday, my favorite boy. Thank you for being born. Thank you for being you. I love you.