By daily 
My heart sank. Maybe they forgot. I tried to shrug it off, telling myself it didn’t matter. I walked out into the garden, where the flowers seemed to bloom brighter today, almost as if they remembered. But even their beauty couldn’t lift the weight in my chest.
I sat under the oak tree, staring at the sky, feeling invisible. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, but I held them back. I wasn’t going to let them fall. Not today. Not on my birthday.
Maybe birthdays weren’t meant for me this year. Or maybe they just didn’t care.
For hours, I stayed there, wishing for something, anything, to change. And though the day faded into evening, the heaviness didn’t. They hadn’t remembered, and I felt like I had simply disappeared into the background, forgotten in the rush of life.