By daily 
But then, just as the sun starts to dip below the horizon, my phone buzzes. A small vibration, almost imperceptible. I pick it up, trying not to hope too much. It’s a message from an old friend, someone I haven’t spoken to in months: “Hey, happy birthday! Hope you’re having an awesome day!”
Suddenly, the sadness begins to lift, like a cloud parting after a storm. It’s a small gesture, but it reminds me that even if the day didn’t go as planned, someone, somewhere, remembered. And that simple thought—that I’m not completely forgotten—feels like a tiny spark of warmth in a day that had grown unexpectedly cold.
Maybe I’ll treat myself to a slice of cake after all.