Chery was a small, scruffy terrier with a heart of gold. She was a stray dog, living on the streets of a bustling city. She had no home, no family, and no one to love her.
Today was Chery’s birthday. She knew that no one would celebrate with her, no one would give her a gift or a kind word. She was a stray dog, after all, and no one cared about her.
Chery wandered the streets, her tail tucked between her legs. She looked up at the sky, her eyes filled with sadness. She wished she had a home, a family, someone to love her.
She found a quiet spot under a bridge and curled up. As she lay there, she thought about her life. She had been a stray for as long as she could remember. She had never known the love of a family, the warmth of a home.
Tears welled up in Chery’s eyes. She was lonely, scared, and unwanted. She wondered if she would ever find happiness.
As the sun began to set, Chery heard a soft voice calling her name. It was a little girl named Lily, who had come to the bridge to feed the ducks. She had noticed Chery sitting alone, her eyes filled with sadness.
Lily approached Chery cautiously, offering her a piece of bread. Chery hesitated at first, but her hunger overcame her fear. She ate the bread gratefully.
Lily smiled and knelt down, petting her gently. She told her how much she loved her and wished her a happy birthday.
Chery’s heart warmed as she listened to Lily’s words. She had never felt so loved or appreciated. She knew that she would never have the same life as the other dogs in the city, but she was grateful for the kindness that Lily had shown her.
As the sun disappeared below the horizon, Chery lay down, her tail wagging gently. She had spent her birthday alone, but she had not been forgotten. She had received a gift, a kind word, and a touch of love. And that was enough.
