I know how much you're crying today and how heavy your heart is. I'm sitting next to you, right on your shoulder, and I feel every tear. Forgive me for not speaking loudly enough to drown out this silence in the house, but I want you to hear me with your heart.

I know yesterday was your birthday, and no one remembered.

I had that same birthday yesterday too...

And no one remembered me either.

I know how it hurts inside when it feels like the whole world has passed you by, and you're left all...

They sit in the capital’s half-empty coffee shops—beautiful, strong, and so exhausted their knees tremble. They are stylish and well-groomed, with flawless manicures concealing a soul that is fractured and aching with tenderness. They have learned to handle daily challenges on their own, to make donations, and to work to the sound of explosions—yet they have completely forgotten how to be weak. Because there is no one there for them to be weak with; that shoulder to lean on is missing.

Each of ...