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 of my little brother and sisters slowly turning into ice statues. But the people who saw us didn't bother picking even one. They only clicked their tongue and said, “A pity, they are so little but dying in the freezing cold breeze.” Our pathetic and innocent lives were being pitied but that's it. No one helped us. My siblings and I got closer together just to make ourselves warm and survive this adversities. But as time passed, one by one, I witnessed 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 my father for only knowing how to breed but didn't have any concern for our survival. Is our life really not worth it to be loved? But what can my hate do? My body started freezing and moving even a little became a burden. I felt injust
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