Wine was a small, brown stray dog with big, soulful eyes. Today was his birthday, but he was far from celebrating. He wandered the streets of the city, his belly rumbling and his heart aching. He was alone, cold, and hungry.
Wine had always hoped that one day someone would adopt him. He would curl up on a cozy couch, receive belly rubs, and have a warm meal every night. But for now, he was just a stray, a forgotten creature in a vast, indifferent city.
As the sun began to set, Wine found a sheltered spot beneath a large tree. He curled up into a ball, his tail tucked between his legs. Tears welled up in his eyes. He missed having a family, a place to call home.
Suddenly, he heard a faint sound. It was a child’s laughter. Wine pricked up his ears and looked around. A little girl, no older than five, was playing in the park nearby. She was throwing a frisbee for her dog, a happy-go-lucky golden retriever.
Wine watched them with a pang of envy. He longed to have a friend like that, someone to play with and share his days with. As the little girl and her dog disappeared from sight, Wine sighed. He knew his dream of a loving family was probably just that—a dream.
As the night grew colder, Wine closed his eyes. He fell asleep, dreaming of a world where he was loved and wanted. Even though he was alone on his birthday, he held onto a glimmer of hope that someday, his dream would come true.
