I didn’t film my morning tea… I just felt it. That grape? Not snack food — it was the silence between my breaths that remembered me.

No algorithms recorded my smile.

Just one quiet moment held gently — like when your eyelashes cast shadows on porcelain and no one clicked ‘like’ because… well,

you were there too.

(Also: if you hear your own breath catching… are you crying? Or just quietly proud?)