Manna is a stray dog in the middle of a bustling city. Three years ago, he was a beloved family pet, basking in the warmth of a loving home. Today, on his third birthday, he was a solitary figure, a shadow in the urban landscape.
Abandoned by his owners on a cold, rainy night, he had been forced to adapt to the harsh realities of street life. Hunger, cold, and fear were his constant companions. The world he once knew, filled with comfort and security, was a distant memory.
His birthday was a stark reminder of his solitary existence. There were no birthday cakes, no presents, no loving pats. Instead, there was the relentless gnawing of hunger, the cold bite of the night, and the loneliness that was a permanent companion. People hurried past, their eyes fixed on the ground, oblivious to the life that existed at their feet.
As the day wore on, a sense of despair washed over him. He found solace in a quiet corner, a place where he could be alone with his thoughts. The city lights were a distant, cold beauty, offering no warmth or comfort. He curled into a ball, his body trembling from cold and loneliness. In the darkness, he dreamt of a home, of a family, of the gentle touch of a human hand. But when he woke, reality was a harsh slap in the face.
Another day had passed, another birthday marked by solitude. Manna was a survivor, a creature defined by resilience. Yet, in the depths of his weary heart, a flicker of hope remained. Perhaps, just perhaps, one day, he would find his way back to the warmth of a human heart.
