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!"

over one another, drowning her in

and love.

minutes, the children had

trucks, others played

cried quietly 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

and for the first time

grown women polished by

who had never

they had never looked

ready. Would you like to sing a

night like this-her birthday, surrounded by children-how could she

the very

walked toward the stage, but the sight waiting

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

Her breath caught.

to play for me?" she

tonight. We've already

inside her. "Thank you. It's my

music exploded to life-her most famous song. Giselle's voice rose, pure and commanding, leading the musicians as if she

the seats, their

around them-powerful, emotional, and so moving

voice

in her life,

everything and streamed it live

media.

Giselle's voice spread like wildfire, her name

in the time it took

Then the night shattered.

stormed into the park, one of them kicking a trash can so hard it clattered across

in their hands. "Who gave you permission to sing here? Who said you could throw a party on our turf?" one of them barked, his voice

slammed his bat into another trash can, metal shrieking under the blow. "You'll regret

rippled through the

stood, fists clenched, voice trembling but fierce. "You bad

turned on him with a snarl and

mouth or I'll

The crowd froze.

locked on the thugs.

ready to stop them from taking another step toward

But Josephine moved faster.

as she sprinted straight at the man who

landed with explosive force. The thug was sent flying

rolling across the ground like

in shock. Josephine's eyes blazed crimson, burning with unbridled

voice thundered through the park as she roared, "How dare you lay a hand

the children!"

she be but little,

anyone, but tonight

strings of

wonderland.

a few joggers, some drunk

But not tonight.

awakened, as if wonder itself had

her arrival.

trucks lined the paths, toy vendors set up

neon sign blazed in

'Happy Birthday Giselle Laurent.'

a birthday—it was a miracle draped in

this?" Giselle whispered, stunned. They

like this couldn't have been

glance at Alex, searching for

of them spoke, a woman in a Vancouver

forward with a warm

Giselle, I presume? This is your birthday celebration, arranged by

Alex. Please, come inside. I'm

Alex with wide, disbelieving eyes, then followed Silvia

lit the grounds so brightly it

everyone here," Silvia explained as they strolled past the mouthwatering aromas drifting through the park, stopping now

one of the trucks for their

and carefully set a glittering birthday crown on Giselle's head. "Forgive me, Miss Giselle.

her voice catching. The crown shimmered

rumbled. Several buses pulled into

and children poured out in

night.

close to Giselle and lowered her voice. "They're

them tonight to join

children ran toward the food trucks, giddy

they noticed Giselle, they paused, straightened, and greeted her

surprising formality.

Miss Giselle! We wish you all the best-and thank you for inviting us. The free

a chorus of gratitude that nearly drowned her. Giselle stood

away, rushing toward the food

stayed.

little girls gathered around Giselle, their faces shy but glowing. One of

small in

present. I made it as

took the gift carefully. It was a

note

Her throat tightened.

children who had so little but gave

this wasn't just a birthday

was the most meaningful gift she had

tugged at

trembling with sincerity.

little brother never ate from a

his dream

from their hearts-raw, unfiltered,

froze. She too had once lived in an

eyes, so bright and innocent, mirrored the girl she used to be.

through her chest, overwhelming

a party. It was something she had always

clutched Alex's arm and leaned close, her voice low and

you pull this off? You told me you had

kept his gaze

I gave the four hundred to a mant

it would turn out this big"

narrowed. "Who

a patient of mine,"

this must've cost a fortune." Josephine frowned

the hundreds

hundred dollars. This looks like fifty thousand at least.

every