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It’s my 4th birthday and I’m so lonely
Today is my fourth birthday, and yet, I feel an unexpected pang of loneliness. The excitement of turning another year older has been overshadowed by an empty room and a quiet house. I had imagined this day filled with laughter, colorful balloons, and the warmth of friends and family. Instead, it seems to be just another ordinary day.
I remember the stories my parents used to tell me about birthdays. They spoke of joyful gatherings, cheerful songs, and lots of presents. But today, none of that seems to be happening. The only sounds I hear are the gentle hum of the air conditioner and the occasional chirping of birds outside the window.
Despite the solitude, I try to make the best of it. I decide to play with my favorite toys and imagine that my stuffed animals are my party guests. I dress them in tiny hats and sing to them, pretending they are singing back to me. It’s not quite the birthday I envisioned, but it’s a little bit of happiness in my otherwise lonely day.
It’s my 4th birthday
As the day goes on, I think about how special birthdays are meant to be. Maybe next year will be different, with more people around to celebrate with me. For now, I find solace in the small joys of my imagination, and I hold onto the hope that my next birthday will be filled with the warmth and cheer I’ve been dreaming of.
