On his birthday, there were no cakes, no presents, and no cheerful songs. He had only one wish, one desperate hope — to be found by the rescue team. Lost in the wilderness for days, his surroundings felt increasingly hostile. The sun would rise, casting a faint glimmer of hope, but as night fell, the cold and loneliness crept back in, reminding him of his isolation. The survival instincts that had kept him going were slowly wearing thin, and each passing moment felt like a race against time.
The only thing he wanted for his birthday was to be found by the rescue team
His mind wandered back to the life he left behind — his family, his friends, and all the small, everyday comforts he had taken for granted. It was strange to think that just a week ago, he had been making plans for a birthday celebration, imagining nothing more exciting than a quiet evening with loved ones. Now, the only thing he wanted was to be found, to be saved from this nightmare.
He had tried everything to get attention. He shouted until his voice was hoarse, left signals with rocks and branches, and even made fires that burned through the night. But so far, no one had come. His greatest fear was that they had given up, that no one was searching anymore. Still, hope lingered like a fragile flame inside him.
On this birthday, more than anything, he prayed that the rescue team would arrive, that he would be given the greatest gift of all — another chance at life.
