It’s Her Birthday, but the Silence Is Louder Than the Candles
She sits on the floor, knees drawn close to her chest, arms wrapped tightly around herself as if she’s trying to keep something from slipping away. In front of her rests a small birthday cake, modest and carefully placed. The candles flicker softly, casting warm light on the walls. But there is no laughter.No voices…
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