By daily 
But deep inside, Coni still held onto a small hope, his tail twitching ever so slightly, that maybe—just maybe—the wishes would come. And he could only wait, even though his heart felt a bit lonely.
He paced around the house, his floppy ears drooping a bit more than usual. “Today is my birthday,” Kon thought to himself, “but no one has said anything yet.”
The morning felt long, and Kon began to feel sad. His heart felt heavy, like a puppy left in the rain. He lay down in his favorite spot, curling up, wondering why his special day seemed forgotten. “Maybe I don’t deserve the fuss,” he thought quietly, feeling a little sorry for himself.