A Birthday the World Forgot
I woke before sunrise, the house silent, my heart louder than the rooms. On the table sat a small cake—plain, untouched—with one candle. Just one. I waited… not for gifts, but for proof I still mattered  . No call. No message. Only silence.

In that quiet, I learned the hardest truth: loneliness isn’t being alone—it’s realizing the world keeps moving even when you stop inside. I lit the candle anyway  . Because even unseen, even forgotten, a life still deserves to be witnessed.

Today, be that witness for someone  . Sometimes presence is the greatest gift.