
I saw it tough. I saw it tender.
In so many ways when you didn’t have the wits about you, you terrify, confuse, intimidate, scare and horrify us and the people around you. Borderline insane, ikr! But in equal measure, you make us laugh that only a Nikkei can. You make us proud for what you’ve become. So far, so good.


You hardly ask for attention because beautiful things do not ask for attention. Yes, that I know.
Regardless, our love for you will always be unconditional. You know that, right?

Happy birthday, Nikkei. I thank God that I am the one and the only man who can truly call you -my daughter.
This is getting long already. Am done here.
Now bring out that vegan pizza and lemonade.