As you sat quietly on the eve of your birthday, the bitter realization sank in once more.

Nobody remembered.

Not a single friend called, nor did any surprise party await you. Being an orphan, you had no family to celebrate with, leaving you alone on this day that always seemed to come and go without acknowledgment. Each year, it felt like a cruel reminder of your loneliness.

As you and your friends engaged in a night of bowling, Cyrus, the charismatic and well-liked member of the group, pulled you aside. With a serious expression, he led you away from the others and spoke in a hushed tone.

"Hey," Cyrus started, his gaze locking with yours. "I know today's your birthday." His voice held a tinge of sympathy, as if he was aware of the significance of the date.