Today I turned 100 years old. A whole century of memories, battles, laughter, and tears. I’ve seen the world change in ways I never thought possible. But today, as I sit here quietly, I feel a deep sadness in my heart… because not a single “happy birthday” reached me. Not from a neighbor, not from a friend, not even from those I once held close. It’s strange how life works — we spend decades giving love, raising children, helping others, and in the end, sometimes all we long for is a simple word