The sun was setting slowly.
The sky was painted in shades of pink and orange,
spreading like a dream across the horizon.
The gentle waves quietly swallowed the fading light.
In the distance, I heard the sound of families laughing.
Mothers, fathers, children…
Throwing sand, calling each other’s names,
taking pictures, running with wet feet.
I stood there, watching it all.
It felt like a world behind glass.
It was so beautiful—
but I wasn’t part of it.
And in that moment,
a thought came to me:
“I wish my child were in that scene.”
And then another:
“I wish I were, too.”
That day, the sea was truly beautiful.
But in the middle of all that beauty,
I felt so very alone.
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