Mina was a stray dog, a solitary figure in the bustling city. She’d wandered the streets for as long as she could remember, finding shelter under bridges or in abandoned buildings. Today was her birthday, a day she usually spent dreaming of a warm home and a loving family. But this year, even the simplest of wishes seemed out of reach.
Mina’s belly rumbled, a constant reminder of her hunger. She’d spent the day scavenging for scraps, but she hadn’t found much to eat. Her birthday wish was simple: a full meal.
As the sun began to set, Mina found herself in a small park. She curled up in a sheltered corner, her body trembling slightly in the cold. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine a plate of food, warm and inviting. But the image faded quickly, replaced by the harsh reality of her empty stomach.
Just as Mina was about to give up hope, she heard a faint sound. She pricked up her ears and listened intently. The sound grew louder, and soon, she saw a kind woman approaching. The woman was carrying a bag of food and a bowl.
“Hello there,” the woman said, kneeling down to pet Mina. “Are you hungry?”
Mina’s tail wagged excitedly. She hadn’t eaten a proper meal in days. The woman poured some food into the bowl and placed it in front of Mina. As Mina devoured the food, she felt a wave of warmth and gratitude wash over her.
