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IVANA'S POV:

I got out of my thoughts when the sunrays peeped through the window on my face. I gathered all the photographs that were spread on sofa and kept it back to wardrobe. I saw my face in mirror and all I could see was a broken version of myself. No matter how strong I try to be, this day makes me weak and makes me realise that I can never be strong.

I couldn't sleep for whole night. I was silently shedding tears since yesterday night with the hope that my tears may wash off this day. But as every year, I'll have to go through this day again. I walked with all those photographs towards sofa last night, peeping back to the times when I used to be happy, when I used to be loved and when I used to be excited for my birthday. But now, I just hate hate and hate this day.

My eyes were all puffed so I did a little makeup today. I don't want to show my vulnerability to anyone. He was still sleeping so I didn't want to disturb him. I prepared breakfast for him an