Today is my birthday, but I have no home to return to. My name is Tigo, and for the past year, I’ve been wandering the streets, hoping for a place to belong. I used to have a family, warm blankets, and plenty of love. But one day, they left me behind, and since then, I’ve been searching for a forever home.
This birthday feels different. Instead of the excitement and joy that used to fill my heart, all I feel is loneliness. I watch people pass by, busy with their lives, and none of them seem to notice me. I don’t have a bed to curl up in tonight, nor a single person to celebrate with me. No cake, no toys, and most of all, no comforting touch.
As I sit by the roadside, the world moves on without me. It’s cold, and the only thing I want is a place to call home again—a place where someone will remember my birthday, where I can be loved once more.
Maybe next year will be different, but for now, my birthday passes in silence. All I can do is hope that one day, someone will see me, and I’ll finally have a home to return to.
