Today is my 102nd birthday. I can hardly believe I’ve lived this long. I can’t stand up anymore, and I’ve lost the ability to speak. My voice, once full of laughter and stories, has gone silent. I live in an old age home now. The walls are quiet, and the days pass slowly. Most of the people I once knew are gone. I have no family visiting me, no familiar faces to celebrate with.
Even so, today feels special. Reaching 102 is no small feat. In my heart, I still carry memories — of joy, of love, of long walks and warm conversations. I may not be able to express it aloud, but I long for connection. Just a few kind words, a small gesture, or a warm wish would mean the world to me.
To anyone who might read this: if you have a moment, please send a wish my way. A little bit of kindness can go a long way, especially for someone who feels forgotten. Even in silence, I still dream. Even in stillness, I still hope. Today is my 102nd birthday — and more than anything, I wish to feel remembered.