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Yağız took a deep breath, his cheeks puffing out. Before he blew them out, Elif started the song, and everyone joined in, their voices rising in a messy, joyful harmony: "İyi ki doğdun Yağız, iyi ki doğdun Yağız..."

Yağız was turning seven today. To Elif, he was still the energetic little boy who followed her everywhere, clutching a wooden toy boat. To their neighborhood, he was the kid with the loudest laugh and the fastest legs in the narrow cobblestone streets. 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. Yağız took a deep breath, his cheeks puffing out

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. To their neighborhood, he was the kid with

The candles went out in one big puff, followed by cheers and the clinking of tea glasses. In that moment, surrounded by the people who had watched him grow, Yağız didn't just feel older—he felt truly seen. As he took the first big bite of the hazelnut cake, he looked at Elif and grinned, the blue frosting staining his teeth.