MeLogging

  I have never celebrated my birthday with my friends. It’s not because I didn’t want to; it’s because I couldn’t afford to. Ever since I was young, money has always been tight. I’ve watched as others around me planned parties, bought gifts, and enjoyed their special days surrounded by friends and laughter. I’ve never experienced that for myself. Growing up, I quickly learned that attending someone else’s birthday meant I would have to spend money on a gift. And if I had a party of my own, I'd have to reciprocate that generosity. But with empty pockets, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. So, I kept to myself. Whenever someone would invite me to a celebration, I'd find an excuse not to go. It wasn't that I didn't want to be there—I just knew I couldn't afford it. Each year, as my birthday approached, I'd tell myself it didn’t matter. I'd say, "It’s just another day." But deep down, it did matter. There’s a special kind of loneliness in watching the w...

 After wrapping up my previous project, I found myself transitioning to a new one. While the excitement of a new challenge was palpable, a certain sadness lingered as I would miss my friends from the last team. Yet, this sense of melancholy slowly faded when I met her. She was part of my new project team, and we quickly discovered that we were of the same age. Our conversations began casually but soon delved into deeper topics. Her voice was mesmerizing, and her thoughts were refreshingly novel. What struck me most was her unwavering positivity and polite demeanor, underpinned by a strong faith in God. She became a beacon of light in my new environment, and I started to consider her a close friend. We spoke often, and I became emotionally connected to her. Our calls became a daily habit, a comforting routine that I looked forward to. Despite never having seen her face, I felt like I knew her deeply. She was a soothing presence in my life, and I grew accustomed to the warmth of her ...