Min was a small, scruffy puppy who lived a lonely life. He didn’t have a warm home or a loving family. Instead, he roamed the streets, scavenging for scraps to eat and finding shelter under abandoned cars. Today was Min’s birthday, but he didn’t feel any joy.
As the sun rose, Min sat in a quiet corner of a park, his tail tucked between his legs. He watched the children play and the dogs chase each other, their tails wagging with glee. A pang of sadness washed over him. No one had wished him a happy birthday. No one had given him a gift or a pat on the head.
Tears welled up in Min’s eyes. He missed having a family, a place to call home, and someone to love him. He let out a mournful howl, his voice echoing through the park. As he cried, a small, brown bird landed on a nearby branch. The bird tilted its head, its eyes filled with sympathy.
Suddenly, a gentle hand stroked Min’s head. He looked up and saw a kind-looking old woman standing before him. She smiled warmly. “Hello, little one,” she said. “Happy birthday.”
Min’s heart leaped with joy. He had never been wished a happy birthday before. The woman knelt down and gave him a gentle scratch behind the ears. “I know you’re feeling lonely today,” she said. “But don’t worry. You’re not alone. I’m here for you.”
The woman took Min home with her. She gave him a warm bath, a cozy bed, and a belly full of food. As Min curled up in his new bed that night, he felt a sense of peace he had never known before. He had finally found a home and a friend. And he knew that from now on, his birthdays would be filled with love and happiness.
