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!"

tumbling over one

and love.

minutes, the children had scattered

plates from the food trucks, others played games, their laughter bouncing

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

first time in years, they felt like children again-wild, free, unburdened. From the sidelines, Alex watched them

two grown women polished by the world, but the

who

had never looked more

the stage for singing is ready. Would you like to sing a few songs

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

her life, the very

stage, but the sight waiting for her

full band stood ready, instruments in hand. Not just any band-famous musicians she had only dreamed

Her breath caught.

willing to play for me?" she asked, her

tonight. We've already been paid well. Just sing,

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

exploded to life-her most famous song. Giselle's voice rose, pure and commanding, leading

the seats, their wide eyes

them-powerful, emotional, and

voice

first time in her life, singing felt effortless,

everything and

media.

Giselle's voice spread like wildfire, her name shooting

in the time it took to sing a handful of

Then the night shattered.

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

you permission to sing here? Who said you could throw a party on our turf?" one of them barked, his voice echoing through the stunned crowd. Another sneered and pointed at the stage. "Hey, beautiful! My boss says if you sleep with

into another trash can, metal

through the

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

nearest thug turned on him with a snarl and slapped the

mouth or I'll kill

The crowd froze.

locked on the thugs. He stepped

to stop them from taking another

But Josephine moved faster.

as she sprinted straight at the man

force. The thug was sent

rolling across the ground like a

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

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

the children!"

but

Park was usually open to anyone, but tonight it was different tonight,

gates stood wide, glowing with strings of lights that made

wonderland.

place for a few joggers, some

But not tonight.

park didn't just open-it awakened, as if wonder

her arrival.

paths, toy vendors set

sign blazed in bright

'Happy Birthday Giselle Laurent.'

met her eyes wasn't just a birthday—it was a miracle draped

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

couldn't have been

quick glance at Alex, searching for an

them spoke, a woman in a Vancouver

with

This is your birthday celebration, arranged by

come inside. I'm Silvia, your guide for

stared at Josephine and Alex with wide,

lit the grounds so brightly it felt like

tonight for you and everyone here," Silvia explained as they strolled past the mouthwatering aromas drifting through the

Josephine waited at one of the trucks for their

set a glittering birthday crown on Giselle's head.

whispered, her voice catching. The crown shimmered like

rumbled.

poured out in waves, laughter spilling into

night.

lowered her voice.

them tonight to join your

toward the

noticed Giselle, they paused, straightened, and greeted her

surprising formality.

the best-and thank you for inviting us. The free food

chorus of gratitude that nearly drowned her. Giselle stood frozen, overwhelmed

broke away, rushing toward the food

stayed.

around Giselle, their faces shy

small in

my present. I made it as

a delicate origami cat, folded with care, with

handwritten note

Her throat tightened.

by lights, laughter, and children who had so little but gave so

wasn't just

was the most meaningful gift she had ever

smallest children tugged at Giselle's clothes, their little

trembling with sincerity.

you for inviting us. My little brother never ate

dream come

came straight from their hearts-raw,

She too had

bright and innocent, mirrored

through her chest, overwhelming

party. It was

but for someone to whisper, you matter. Josephine clutched Alex's arm and leaned close, her voice low

pull this off?

his

didn't. You had two hundred. I added mine-another two hundred. I gave the four hundred to a mant know. He said he'd take care of it.

it would turn out this big"

narrowed. "Who is

a patient of mine,"

cost a fortune." Josephine frowned

trucks and the hundreds of children

This looks

every