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The smell of cinnamon and roasted hazelnuts filled the small kitchen in Istanbul as Elif pulled the cake from the oven. It wasn't perfect—the edges were a bit uneven—but it was exactly what her brother loved. With a steady hand, she began to pipe blue frosting across the top, carefully forming the letters: İyi ki Doğdun Yağız.

Yağız was turning seven today. To Elif, he was still the energetic little boy who followed her everywhere, clutching a wooden toy boat. To their neighborhood, he was the kid with the loudest laugh and the fastest legs in the narrow cobblestone streets. Д°yi Ki DoДџdun YaДџiz Д°sme

It was a simple birthday, but as the laughter echoed against the walls, it was clear that for this family, the world was a much brighter place simply because Yağız was in it. The smell of cinnamon and roasted hazelnuts filled