Hane , the dog born with a disability in his hind legs, he moved through the world with a unique rhythm. He dragged himself along the ground, leaving a trail of determination in his wake. Despite his physical challenges, his spirit was unbroken.
Today was his birthday, a day marked by no particular fanfare. Birthdays were for those with perfect bodies, for those who could run and play. Hane was different. He was a misfit, a creature outside the norm. Yet, in the depths of his heart, there was a longing, a hope that perhaps, just perhaps, he was worthy of love.
He watched as other dogs played, their bodies full of energy, their barks filled with joy. He longed to join them, to run and play, to feel the wind in his fur. But his body was a prison, and his spirit, though willing, was confined.
As the day wore on, Hane retreated to a quiet corner. He was a shadow in the bustling world, a creature often overlooked. People stared, their eyes filled with pity or curiosity, but rarely with kindness. He longed for a gentle touch, a kind word, a simple act of recognition.
As the sun began its descent, casting long, mournful shadows, Hane curled up in a quiet corner. The world was a cacophony of noise, but to him, it was a desolate silence. He closed his eyes, and in the darkness, he imagined a world where he was loved, where he was seen not for his disability, but for the loving soul within. As sleep claimed him, he clung to that hope, a tiny spark in the darkness of his world.
