Today is my birthday but I cried a lot because my mother is gone forever

by Hanze Filo
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Mune was a tiny ball of fur, his world once filled with the warmth of his mother’s love. Today, his first birthday, should have been a celebration of life. Instead, it was a day of profound loss.

His mother, a stray fighting for survival, had given birth to him in a cardboard box, a testament to the resilience of life. She had cared for him with a fierce maternal instinct, her love a beacon in the harsh world. But fate was cruel. A passing car, a moment of inattention, and she was gone, leaving him alone in a world he didn’t understand.

The world, once filled with the comforting scent of his mother, was now a cacophony of unfamiliar sounds and smells. Hunger gnawed at his small body, the cold seeped into his bones, and the loneliness was a constant companion. He was a tiny creature, adrift in a vast, indifferent world.

As the day wore on, the reality of his loss sunk in. He cried, his tiny body shaking with sobs. The world outside, with its promise of warmth and safety, seemed a million miles away. He was a lost puppy, a shadow in the bustling city.

In the darkness, he curled into a ball, his whimpers lost in the night’s symphony. He dreamt of his mother, of her warm milk, of the safety of her embrace. But when he woke, reality was a harsh slap in the face. His first birthday, a day that should have been filled with joy, was instead a day of profound loss.

He was a survivor, a fighter, but the weight of his loss was heavy on his small shoulders. Yet, in the depths of his puppy heart, there was a flicker of hope, a tiny flame that refused to be extinguished.

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