He’s been counting down for weeks. We baked the cake together, hung the decorations, and he made each invitation with careful little hands. ‘They’ll come, right?’ he asked. I told him yes. Because how could they not?
Now, the candles remain unlit. The clock ticks past the party time. He 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 Gabriel
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