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Hi Mutia. Happiest birthday my dearest self, and may God shower you love, courage, and happiness, success and win, peace, and integrity. Dear Mutia, this birthday becomes special since I was no longer celebrating this memorable moment by myself. I have friends who are ready to dance with me, Daddy K who becomes my first line guardian, my sister and brother who loves me, my parents who become my pillar, my students who make my life colorful and wonderful, and many more. 

This is what my Daddy K tried to remind me of. He said "It's another time for you to evolve 365 days and I wish you have a pleasant memories more than the previous, I hope in this new turn our love shall continue to grow and we shall experience love, peace and, understanding...I wish you luck and all the good things u can ever imagine...HBD  to my dearest 🥂 ❣️and always know when you're sad that's truly ok, you'll be happy again very soon, and if you're knackered, rest and try one more time."


Thank you everyone. I love me, I love you all, and I love us ❤️ owh lemme tell you a thing too. One of my students asked, Ms Muti how old are you now? I told him I'm 3 and 1. He responded, owh it's 4. Yup that's also correct when you added them both but what meant was 31. He giggled. And it's only this morning one of my other students also sent me a happy birthday wishes that sounded quite cute I can't take it ouch... Cuteness is overloading

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