This short story is for all the children β including the ones who live in adult bodies now β who were once left out, rejected, or told they werenβt enough.
Maybe you asked to join in, and someone said no. Maybe you stopped asking. Maybe you learned to hide your joy, your voice, your need to belong.
This is for you. For the part of you that still aches. The part that never stopped hoping for a "yes."
You are seen. You are beautiful. You are loved β exactly as you are.
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