Bana was a small, scruffy puppy with big, soulful eyes. He’d been a stray for as long as he could remember, living a solitary life on the streets of the bustling city. Today was his birthday, and despite the usual cacophony of the city, Bana felt a profound sense of loneliness.
He wandered aimlessly, his tiny paws padding softly on the pavement. He passed by a bakery, the sweet aroma wafting through the air. A small child pressed his nose against the glass, his eyes wide with longing. Bana paused, a pang of envy shooting through him. He had never tasted a treat, let alone a birthday cake.
The day wore on, and the sun began its descent. Bana found a sheltered spot beneath a parked car. He curled up into a small ball, his tail tucked tightly between his legs. As the city lights flickered on, casting eerie shadows, Bana closed his eyes. He dreamed of a warm home, a loving family, and a birthday celebration filled with laughter and joy.
When he awoke, the first rays of dawn were beginning to pierce the darkness. A soft whimper escaped his lips. He was alone again, just a small, forgotten stray. As he stood up, stretching his tired limbs, Bana made a silent vow. He would never give up hope. One day, he would find a family who would love him, and he would have a birthday celebration that he would never forget.
