Jine was a small, scruffy dog who lived a solitary life on the streets. He’d seen countless birthdays come and go, each one a stark reminder of his loneliness. Today was no different. It was Jine’s birthday, but as the day wore on, he realized that no one remembered.
Jine wandered the streets, his tail tucked between his legs. He’d hoped for a miracle, a kind soul who might notice him and offer a friendly word or a tasty treat. But as the hours passed, it became clear that his hopes were in vain.
He found a sheltered spot under a parked car and curled up, his heart heavy with sadness. He’d always dreamed of having a home, a family who loved him. But reality was far different. He was just a stray dog, alone in the world.
As the sun began to set, Jine closed his eyes and tried to forget about his loneliness. But the more he tried, the more his sadness grew. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he let them fall. He was just a small, insignificant creature, and no one cared.
Jine’s birthday passed, a day filled with sorrow and despair. As he drifted off to sleep, he couldn’t help but wonder if anyone would ever remember him.
