At the age of 13, she gave birth to a child, and 18 years later, on her daughter’s birthday, she received a letter from the hospital, after which the girl’s father confessed for the first time that he was hiding the truth

And perhaps, for the first time, Emma allowed herself to feel proud without immediately remembering everything that had been difficult.

Guests began arriving in the late afternoon.

Sophie's friends brought colorful packages and flowers.

A neighbor who had known her since childhood insisted on taking photographs.

Music played.

People laughed.

And Sophie, wearing a simple dress she had chosen herself, looked happier than Emma had seen her in weeks.

When the cake arrived, everyone gathered around the table.

Eighteen candles flickered above the cherries.

Sophie closed her eyes.

Emma watched her carefully.

For a brief moment, she saw the newborn baby she had once held in trembling arms.

Then Sophie opened her eyes and blew out the candles.

Everyone cheered.

Marta began cutting the cake.

But Sophie raised a hand.

“Before everyone starts eating, can I say something?”

The room grew quiet.

Emma looked surprised.

Sophie turned toward her.

“Mum, I know you hate speeches.”