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 another,

and love.

had

from the food 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

joining games, and for the first time in years, they

grown women polished by

alive inside them-girls who

to him, they had never looked more

for singing is ready. Would you like to sing a

On a night like this-her birthday, surrounded

was her life, the very core of who

the stage, but the sight waiting for her made

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

Her breath caught.

really willing to play for me?"

chuckled warmly. "You're the star tonight. We've already been paid well. Just sing, and

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

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

their wide eyes fixed

around them-powerful, emotional, and so

voice

time in her life, singing

side, Silvia recorded everything and streamed

media.

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

sensation in the time it took to sing

Then the night shattered.

of you!" A group of twenty thugs stormed into the park, one of them kicking a trash can so hard it clattered

eyes burned with menace, baseball bats swinging 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 echoing through the stunned crowd. Another sneered and

bat into another trash can, metal

through

clenched, voice trembling but fierce. "You bad

a snarl and slapped

mouth or I'll kill

The crowd froze.

rose slowly, his eyes locked on the thugs. He

ready to stop them from taking

But Josephine moved faster.

she sprinted straight at the man who had struck the

The thug was

ground like

silent. Every eye widened in shock. Josephine's

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

the children!"

she be but little, she is

open to anyone, but tonight it was different tonight,

wide, glowing with strings of lights that

wonderland.

a place for a few joggers,

But not tonight.

open-it awakened, as if wonder itself had been waiting

her arrival.

the paths, toy vendors set up shop,

sign blazed

'Happy Birthday Giselle Laurent.'

wasn't just a birthday—it was a miracle

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

couldn't have been prepared in such a

a quick glance at Alex, searching for

a Vancouver Park

forward with a

presume? This is your

come inside. I'm Silvia, your guide for

at Josephine and Alex with wide, disbelieving eyes, then followed Silvia through the

lit the grounds so brightly

are free tonight for you and everyone here," Silvia explained as they strolled past the mouthwatering

at one of the trucks for their

on

crown shimmered

rumbled. Several buses

opened, and children poured out in

night.

and lowered her voice.

them tonight to

children ran toward the food

Giselle, they paused, straightened,

surprising formality.

birthday, 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 frozen, overwhelmed by the wave

away, rushing toward the

stayed.

little girls gathered around Giselle, their faces shy

small

it as fast

a delicate origami cat, folded with care,

note inside: Best

Her throat tightened.

and children who had so little but gave

realized this wasn't

most meaningful gift she had ever

smallest children tugged at Giselle's clothes, their

trembling with sincerity.

little brother

his dream come

straight from their

She too had once

mirrored the girl

through her chest, overwhelming

It was

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

did you pull this off? You told

his

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

it would turn

eyes narrowed. "Who

a patient of mine," Alex

cost a fortune." Josephine frowned

hundreds of

dollars. This looks like fifty

from every