A QUIET BIRTHDAY IN THE RAIN
Beneath the relentless gray curtain of rain, a silver-blonde braided girl sits alone on a drenched park bench. Her simple gray clothes cling cold to her skin, yet she holds herself with fragile dignity.

In trembling hands, a small wooden sign:
“IT’S MY BIRTHDAY… BUT NOBODY CARES.”
Her blue eyes—storm-filled, unyielding—search the empty paths. Umbrellas blur past. Footsteps hurry away. The world forgets her day.
Raindrops trace silent paths down her cheeks, the only embrace she receives. Still, she does not break. Not today. Not ever.

In the heavy quiet, her heartbeat whispers the truth:
She is still here. Still breathing. Still worthy.
Even when no one comes, she shows up for herself.
And somewhere in the soft rhythm of falling rain, the universe answers:
I see you… and you matter.