
ALT Every autumn, the woman lost a part of herself. Her leaves turned red and gold before falling to the ground, leaving her branches bare. She watched them disappear, afraid that one day, nothing would remain. But a few stubborn leaves held on, even when the cold winds came. She began to see them as little pieces of hope, reminding her that not everything beautiful had to end. She knew they would fall eventually, too. Still, she let herself believe that spring would find her again.

ALT Some wishes are too precious to be spoken aloud. We carry them quietly, protect them through uncertain days, and send them into the universe with the hope that, somewhere beyond what we can see, they will find their way home. Perhaps a wish is not simply something we hope to receive, but a small light that reminds us why we keep going. And perhaps, just perhaps, the wishes we hold closest to our hearts are already leading us toward the lives we are meant to live.







































































