By daily 
Today marks my 14th birthday, and as I look around, it feels like I’m celebrating alone. There’s no one here to share this moment with me, no friends to offer their congratulations or join in the celebration. It’s a painful reminder of the loneliness that shadows me, a stark contrast to the joy and cheer I had hoped for.
Turning 14 should be a milestone filled with warmth and happiness, but instead, I’m facing it in solitude. I can’t help but wish for a few kind words, a simple ‘Happy Birthday,’ or even just a sign that I’m not forgotten. The emptiness of this day weighs heavily on my heart, making the silence even more profound.
As I blow out my candles, I hold onto a small hope that someone, somewhere, might remember me and send a message of goodwill. I dream of the day when I won’t have to spend my special moments alone, and when I’ll know that there are people who care enough to reach out and celebrate with me. Until then, I’m left with the quiet echo of my own wishes, hoping that one day, things will change.