Ayasachan 🌙

 I think I have spent most of my life feeling invisible. Not necessarily unwanted. Just… optional. When my birthday comes and passes, it often feels like the day quietly slips away with it. Sometimes even the people who have known me since I was a child forget. There were no grand celebrations waiting for me, no room full of people saying we're glad you were born. I was simply there. Existing, but rarely celebrated. Present, but rarely remembered. I learned early how to make myself easy to have around. I adjust. I understand. I wait. I tell myself I shouldn't ask for too much. Perhaps that's why being forgotten hurts more than I admit. Because somewhere inside me is still that little girl wondering what it feels like to be someone's reason to celebrate. And then there is this dog. Bailey. She doesn't know about birthdays or invitations, family circles or who chose whom. She doesn't understand the quiet ache of wondering whether you're truly wan...