By daily 
Today was the day Red was born—a day that should be filled with joy and love. As he padded into the living room, the house was quiet. His friends, the ones he spent every day playing and running with, didn’t say a word. No wagging tails, no cheerful barks, not even a single birthday cuddle.
Kon sat by the window, watching the leaves swirl in the autumn breeze. His heart sank. “Maybe they forgot,” he thought, trying to console himself. But the silence felt heavier as the hours passed.
He wandered to his favorite corner in the yard, where the soft grass usually made him feel at ease. “Do I not matter to them?” Kon wondered, his big brown eyes gazing into the distance. He thought about all the times he’d celebrated others’ special days, barking in excitement, bringing sticks, and sharing treats.
“I guess today isn’t meant to be special for me,” he sighed, lying down with his head resting on his paws.