#52
Birthday post🎂
She sat by the window, the afternoon light falling across her books and letters, and she thought: today I am another year older, yet I feel I have become more of myself than ever before. Time has its silent hands, reshaping us not in sudden miracles but in the gentle erosion of who we used to be. To have lived, to remember joys and regrets alike.That is the gift of this day. So I will celebrate: the laughter, the tears, the letters, the moments that never made it into the story, and the ones still waiting in the wings.