The Almighty Dominance

The Vancouver City Park was usually open to anyone, but tonight it was different tonight, it was transformed.

The gates stood wide, glowing with strings of lights that made the park look like a wonderland.

Normally, the park at night was quiet, a place for a few joggers, some drunk wanderers, or couples seeking hidden corners.

But not tonight.

The park didn't just open-it awakened, as if wonder itself had been waiting for her arrival.

Twenty food trucks lined the paths, toy vendors set up shop, and at the entrance, a massive neon sign blazed in bright letters:

'Happy Birthday Giselle Laurent.'

What met her eyes wasn't just a birthday—it was a miracle draped in light.

"Did you... did you guys do this?" Giselle whispered, stunned. They had left the lounge only thirty minutes ago. Something like this couldn't have been prepared in such a short time.

Josephine stole a quick glance at Alex, searching for an answer.

Before either of them spoke, a woman in a Vancouver Park uniform appeared, her posture straight and professional.

She stepped forward with a warm smile.

"Miss Giselle, I presume? This is your birthday celebration, arranged by Miss Josephine and Mr. Alex. Please, come inside. I'm Silvia, your guide for tonight."

Giselle stared at Josephine and Alex with wide, disbelieving eyes, then followed Silvia through the gates.

Inside, the neon lights lit the grounds so brightly it felt like midday.

"All of the food trucks are free tonight for you and everyone here," Silvia explained as they strolled past the mouthwatering aromas drifting through the park, stopping now and then to sample the food.

While Giselle and Josephine waited at one of the trucks for their order, Silvia stepped closer and carefully set a glittering birthday crown on Giselle's head.

"Forgive me, Miss Giselle. This belongs to you."

"Wow..." Giselle whispered, her voice catching. The crown shimmered like real diamonds, dazzling in the light.

Suddenly, the sound of engines rumbled. Several buses pulled into the park.

The doors opened, and children poured out in waves, laughter spilling into the night.

Silvia leaned close to Giselle and lowered her voice. "They're all orphans. We invited them tonight to join your celebration."

The children ran toward the food trucks, giddy with excitement.

But when they noticed Giselle, they paused, straightened, and greeted her with surprising formality.

“Happy birthday, Miss Giselle! We wish you all the best—and thank you for inviting us. The free food is amazing!"

Their voices overlapped, a chorus of gratitude that nearly drowned her.

Giselle stood frozen, overwhelmed by the wave of well-wishes.

One by one, the children broke away, rushing toward the food trucks. Yet some stayed.

A few little girls gathered around Giselle, their faces shy but glowing. One of them held something small in her hands.

"This... this is my present. I made it as fast as I could. Please accept it."

Giselle took the gift carefully. It was a delicate origami cat, folded with care, with a tiny handwritten note inside: Best wishes.

Her throat tightened.

Surrounded by lights, laughter, and children who had so little but gave so much, Giselle realized this wasn't just a birthday party.

It was the most meaningful gift she had ever received.

Some of the smallest children tugged at Giselle's clothes, their little voices trembling with sincerity.

"Thank you for inviting us. My little brother never ate from a food truck before. You made his dream come true."

Every word came straight from their hearts-raw, unfiltered, pure.

Giselle froze. She too had once lived in an orphanage.

Their eyes, so bright and innocent, mirrored the girl she used to be. Warmth spread through her chest, overwhelming her.

This wasn't just a party. It was something she had always longed for-not

grandeur, not luxury, but for someone to whisper, you matter.

Josephine clutched Alex's arm and leaned close, her voice low and urgent. "How the hell did you pull this off? You told me you had no money!"

Alex kept his gaze forward.

"I didn't. You had two hundred. I added mine-another two hundred. I gave the four hundred to a man I know. He said he'd take care of it. I never imagined it would turn out this big."

Josephine's eyes narrowed. "Who is he?"

"Once... a patient of mine," Alex lied smoothly.

"Patient or not, this must've cost a fortune." Josephine frowned deeply, scanning

the trucks and the hundreds of children flooding the park.

"This isn't four hundred dollars. This looks like fifty thousand at least. There are kids here from every orphanage in Vancouver."

Alex only shrugged. "He told me he'd handle it. I believed him."

Just then, the final bus rolled in. The doors opened, and another tide of children rushed out-straight toward Josephine.

"Sister Jo! Sister Jo! Thank you for inviting us! We've always wanted to come here!"

"Sister Jo, is it true? All the food is free? For real?"

Their voices overlapped in a storm of excitement.

"Wait, wait," Josephine said, raising her hands to calm them.

Her voice softened as she pointed toward Giselle. "Before anything else, you must meet Sister Giselle. She once stayed in our orphanage before she was adopted. Today is her special day. Let's all wish her a bright and happy birthday."

The children turned as one and shouted with joy, their small voices echoing through the park.

"Happy birthday, Sister Giselle!"

They rushed toward her, smiles wide, eyes shining.

"Sister Giselle, you're so beautiful!"

"Were you always an artist?"

"Sister Giselle, Sister Giselle!"

her, voices tumbling over one another, drowning

and love.

children had scattered across

trucks, others played games, their laughter

in the corners, but they were quickly comforted by staff-forty uniformed caretakers who appeared to keep everything safe and under control. Giselle, swept up in the joy, laughed until her

Josephine ran among the kids, tasting food, joining games, and for the first time in years, they felt like

not two grown women polished by the world, but the

them-girls who had

to him, they had never looked

stage for singing is ready. Would you

lit up instantly. On a night like

her life, the very

the stage, but the sight

ready, instruments in hand. Not just any band-famous musicians she

Her breath caught.

you... really willing to play for me?" she

chuckled warmly. "You're the star tonight. We've already been paid

swelled inside her. "Thank you. It's my greatest joy to sing with

counted off, and the music exploded to life-her most famous song. Giselle's voice rose, pure and commanding, leading the musicians as if she had been born for this very

the seats, their wide eyes fixed

emotional, and so moving

voice

first time in her life, singing felt effortless,

to the side, Silvia recorded everything and streamed it live

media.

minutes, thousands were watching. Giselle's voice spread like wildfire, her

time

Then the night shattered.

one of them

Who said you could throw a party on our turf?" one of them barked, his voice echoing through the stunned crowd. Another sneered and

his bat into another trash can, metal shrieking

rippled through

small boy stood, fists clenched, voice trembling but

turned on him with a snarl

or I'll kill

The crowd froze.

slowly, his eyes locked on

them from taking

But Josephine moved faster.

she sprinted straight at

explosive force. The thug was sent

the ground like a broken

Every eye widened in

through the park as she roared, "How dare you

the children!"

be but little, she

anyone, but tonight it was different tonight, it was

strings of lights that made the

wonderland.

a place for a few joggers, some drunk wanderers, or couples

But not tonight.

didn't just open-it awakened, as if wonder itself had been

her arrival.

food trucks lined the paths, toy vendors set

neon sign

'Happy Birthday Giselle Laurent.'

a birthday—it was a miracle draped

did you guys do this?" Giselle whispered, stunned.

thirty minutes ago. Something like this couldn't have been prepared in such

a quick glance at Alex, searching for

a Vancouver Park uniform appeared,

stepped forward with a warm

presume? This is your

Alex. Please, come inside. I'm Silvia, your

Josephine and Alex with wide, disbelieving eyes,

the neon lights lit the grounds so brightly it

the food trucks are free tonight for you and everyone here," Silvia explained as they strolled past the mouthwatering aromas drifting through the park, stopping now and

at one of the trucks for

and carefully set a glittering birthday crown on Giselle's head.

Giselle whispered, her voice catching. The crown shimmered like real diamonds, dazzling in

the sound of engines rumbled. Several buses pulled into

doors opened, and children poured out

night.

lowered

to

children ran toward the food trucks, giddy

noticed Giselle, they paused,

surprising formality.

Giselle! We wish you all the best-and thank you for

drowned her. Giselle stood frozen, overwhelmed by the wave of

one, the children broke away, rushing

stayed.

few little girls gathered around Giselle, their faces shy but

small in her

made it as fast as I could.

carefully. It was a delicate origami cat, folded with

note

Her throat tightened.

children who had so little but gave so

realized this wasn't just a

was the most meaningful

of the smallest children tugged

trembling with sincerity.

brother never ate from a food truck before.

dream

word came straight from

She too had once

mirrored the girl

her chest,

wasn't just a party. It was

someone to whisper, you matter. Josephine clutched Alex's

off? You told me you

his gaze

You had two hundred. I added mine-another two hundred. I gave the four hundred to a mant know. He said he'd

it would turn

narrowed. "Who is

a patient of mine,"

or not, this must've cost a fortune." Josephine frowned deeply,

and the hundreds of children

four hundred dollars. This looks like fifty

here from every orphanage