Dorothy moved carefully through her small kitchen, her soft slippers making quiet whispers against the worn wooden floor. The air smelled of warm spices, fresh bread, and roasted vegetables. She adjusted her glasses, which always seemed to slide down her nose, and ran her fingers over the edges of the calendar hanging beside the refrigerator. The corners were curled from months of use. She found today’s date, circled brightly in red ink: “My Birthday.” A small smile touched her lips. Birthdays had always carried a quiet kind of hope, even

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