she’s been counting down for weeks. We baked the cake together, hung the decorations, and she made each invitation with careful little hands. 'They'll come, right?' She asked. I told her yes. Because how could they not?
Now, the candles remain unlit. The clock ticks past the party time. She sits at the table, eyes flicking to the window, still hopeful. But I see it-the slow unraveling of that hope, the quiet understanding settling in. No one is coming
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