Д°yi Ki Doдџdun Yaдџiz Д°sme -

In the soft glow of seven flickering candles, Yağız’s eyes widened. He saw his family, his friends, and the cake sitting proudly in the center of the table. His mother leaned down, kissing his forehead. "Make a wish, canım ," she whispered.

The smell of cinnamon and roasted hazelnuts filled the small kitchen in Istanbul as Elif pulled the cake from the oven. It wasn't perfect—the edges were a bit uneven—but it was exactly what her brother loved. With a steady hand, she began to pipe blue frosting across the top, carefully forming the letters: İyi ki Doğdun Yağız. Д°yi Ki DoДџdun YaДџiz Д°sme

It was a simple birthday, but as the laughter echoed against the walls, it was clear that for this family, the world was a much brighter place simply because Yağız was in it. In the soft glow of seven flickering candles,