Gengki’s world was a symphony of smells and sounds. He couldn’t see the way the sunlight dappled through the leaves or the vibrant colors of the flowers in the park. But he knew the world through the feel of the cool grass beneath his paws, the warm breeze on his fur, and the comforting scent of his worn, plush toy.
He was different. He knew it. He’d overheard the whispers, the quick glances followed by averted eyes. His face, marked by a slight asymmetry, a crooked jaw, and one ear that drooped a little lower than the other, wasn’t what most people would consider traditionally “cute.” He’d seen the way people reacted when they first saw him. Their smiles would falter, a flicker of surprise or even discomfort crossing their faces.
He’d watch other dogs at the park, their sleek coats and perfectly proportioned features drawing admiring glances and gentle pats. They’d bound and play, surrounded by laughing children and doting owners. Gengki would sit on the sidelines, his tail tucked low, a quiet sadness settling in his heart. He longed to join in the fun, to feel the wind in his fur as he ran alongside them, to experience the joy of a good game of fetch. But he held back, hesitant to draw attention to himself, afraid of the reactions he might receive.
He’d often curl up under a shady tree, his head resting on his paws, a quiet sigh escaping his lips. He couldn’t see his reflection, but he could feel the weight of other people’s perceptions. He knew he wasn’t like the other dogs. He knew he looked different.
He’d think, I know I’m not as pretty as the others. I know my face is…different. The thought was a constant ache, a heavy weight on his small shoulders. He wasn’t aggressive or unfriendly. He was gentle, affectionate, and eager to please. He just wanted to be loved, to be accepted, to be seen for the loving companion he truly was.
He’d tilt his head whenever he heard a human voice, his ears perked, his tail giving a tentative wag. He didn’t want to be judged by his appearance. He wanted to be seen for the loyal, loving heart that beat within him.
Despite his insecurities, Gengki held onto a small spark of hope. He believed, deep down, that somewhere, someone would see past his outward appearance and recognize the gentle soul that resided within. He hoped that someone would understand that true beauty lies within, and that every creature, regardless of their physical differences, deserves to be loved and accepted for who they are. He hoped, more than anything, that people could accept him, just as he was, crooked jaw, drooping ear, and all. He hoped they would say, “It’s okay, Gengki. You’re perfect just the way you are.”
