I wanted so desperately to feel happy for my mother, who radiated joy. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and even Elijah shared in that glow; this was going to be his first child. Yet, a heavy sense of foreboding settled in my chest, whispering that everything was about to change.
The celebration swirled around me like confetti—friends and laughter filled the house, creating a vibrant atmosphere that contrasted starkly with my inner turmoil. When I finally slipped out, seeking solace, I found refuge in the dense, whispering forest beside our home. No one seemed to miss my absence; their laughter faded into the background, and I was left wandering amongst the trees, feeling as lost as ever.
Aimlessly, I meandered along familiar paths, but each step felt hollow. I was engulfed in a feelin
