I was born on earth one snowy night. People were walking on the street busily, not minding a puppy like me trembling from the cold wind. I remembered clearly the process my little brother and sisters slowly becoming ice. But the people who saw us didn't bother picking even one. They only clicked their tongue and say, “A pity, they are so little but dying in the freezing cold breeze”. Our pathetic and innocent life were being pitied but that's it. No one helped us. I and my siblings got together just to make ourselves warm and survive this adversities. But as time passes, one by one I witness them dying hard. I hated my mother for delivering us to this world just to lead us in the jaw of death. I also hate father for only knowing how to breed but didn't have any concern for our survival. Does our life really not that worth it to be loved?. But what can my hate do?. My body started
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