2 septembre 2026

I Was Invited to My Son’s Birthday

I handed her the cake.

Wished my son a soft, simple “Happy Birthday.”

And I left.

No scene.

No anger.

Just silence.

As the elevator doors closed, I caught my reflection.

A 65-year-old woman.

Standing straight.

But carrying years of quiet exhaustion.

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