Eri, a hopeful young woman in a dim, cramped apartment, sat at a worn table. Neglect whispered through peeling wallpaper and creaking floors. The dining and living rooms merged a reminder of her modest means. That morning, she crafted heartfelt invites, pouring love into each word, color, and font. Hours devoted to connection, to being seen. Today, her birthday should've been joyful, yet she sat alone. Tears threatened as she conjured a fragile smile.

Do you go to her party