I longed for the warmth of my master’s attention, hoping for a moment of care, a gentle word, or even just a glance of affection. But as days passed, all I was met with was cold indifference. My heart ached as I watched others receive what I desperately desired—a sign that I mattered.

I waited, hoping that someone, anyone, would notice my loneliness. But nobody cared. The silence grew louder, and I realized I was invisible to those I loved most. In the end, all I was left with was the bitter truth: sometimes, those we love the most are the ones who care the least.