My birthday was never fun. I would always invite people, but they said they wouldn't go, then my mom and to beg their parents to let their child go. When they came, it wasn't fun, Ever since I was five. People popped balloons in my face, and blew out my candles. But my tenth. It was all the same. The popping balloons, birthday kazoos, and the candle blowing. But this time, I got a huge box. A huge box, I thought was special. I opened it. It had a single bow. A single, red bow, my favorite color. My dad said, " One second." He left into the other room, I looked at my mom, showed her the bow, shrugged. I put the bow in the box then put the lid back on. I put the box on the ground, as my dad came out with a golden retreiver puppy. I light up immediately. I hold out my arms, and my dad puts the dog in my hands. He takes a polaroid picture, hangs it up by the fire place, and invites all the kids outside. I day passes, and like every year, my dad measures me by my bedroom doorway. He let me measure Mello too. I named the dog Mello. I always thought that was a cute name. The days went on, years, without a big birthday party ever again. I had small get togethers with my family, and Mello. Now, I am fourteen. Mello was one, still a young, smart dog.
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Red Bow Dog
General FictionI am just a girl, who was sad, but got a dog and helped me through my life. But then, I had to help Mello through his life. He was trying to make me happier, but I had to pay it off by making him happier. As it all ended in sorrow, I still love him...
