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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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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