I know I look ugly and dirty, but today is my birthday so I still want to receive wishes

by Hanze Filo
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Milu is an abandoned dog in the middle of a bustling city. Her once lustrous fur was now patchy and thin, a result of neglect and malnutrition. A skin disease had robbed her of her beauty, leaving her a shadow of her former self. Today, her birthday, was a stark reminder of her solitary existence.

She was a stray, a creature of survival. Her days were a monotonous cycle of scavenging, finding shelter, and enduring the indifferent gaze of passersby. People often looked away, their discomfort at her appearance a palpable barrier.

She longed for a simple touch, a kind word, a moment of connection. But the world was indifferent. Her birthday, a milestone unnoticed by the world around her, was just another day in the relentless cycle of survival.

As the day wore on, a sense of despair washed over her. She found solace in a quiet corner, a place where she could be alone with her thoughts. The city lights were a distant, cold beauty, offering no warmth or comfort. She curled into a ball, her body trembling from cold and hunger. In the darkness, she dreamt of a different life, a life filled with love and care. But when she woke, reality was a harsh slap in the face.

Another day had passed, another birthday marked by solitude. Milu was a survivor, a creature defined by resilience. Yet, in the depths of her weary heart, a flicker of hope remained. Perhaps, just perhaps, one day, someone would see beyond her appearance and discover the loyal, loving heart that beat within.

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