Years after years passed and on his eight birthday a miracle happened. Like every year Pluto was sadden to celebrate his birthday, but he knew his parents were trying their best. He had no friends to celebrate with, just him, his mom and his dad. Both his parents clapped singing songs, dancing and tried being silly to cheer their son up. But Pluto could see the sadness in their eyes, he could hear it in their voices, especially his mother.
The three of them sat together as they put on a game to play together. Pluto won and his mom showed actions of excitement tackling him to the floor in hug. Suddenly Mari could feel, Pluto could feel. They both hugged bewildered for a second, both trembling with a pounding heart.
" He's warm," Mari uttered tears trailing down her cheeks.
" I'm feeling mom," stammered Pluto pass his tight throat, his face flooding with tears.
