On my birth certificate, the lines for “mother” and “father” are still blank… but somehow, my life is full.
🌙 Growing up meant quiet birthdays, shelter beds, and learning to wipe my own tears before anyone noticed.
It meant whispering prayers that the world wouldn’t turn me cold.

But even in the loneliest seasons, light found its way to me —
✨ a caregiver who wrapped me in a hug I didn’t know I needed,
✨ a teacher who saw potential where others saw statistics,
✨ a neighbor who slid an extra sandwich into my hands,
✨ a friend who gently asked, “Did you get enough to eat today?”

🎂 So tonight, when I close my eyes and blow out my candles, I won’t just think of what I never had.
I’ll see every person who helped me stand tall — every kindness, every warm glance, every moment that told me:
“You matter. You’re seen. You’re loved.” 💛

I may not have parents to celebrate with, but I have something just as precious:
🌈 A family made of people who chose me.

✨ And if you ever cross paths with someone like me — another Sofia — remember this:
Your simple “Happy Birthday,” your “You’re not alone,” your “I’m proud of you”…
can become the moment that saves their heart.

Thank you for being with me now, just by reading my story. 💛🌟