When I heard about a stray dog struggling at the garbage station, I knew I had to help. He was skeletal, looking more like a bat than a dog due to severe malnutrition. Every time I brought him food, he would shy away, too afraid to come close. Slowly, I realized he had been through a lot, perhaps badly hurt by people in the past.

Determined to earn his trust, I visited him daily with food, always stepping back to give him space. After days of persistence, he began to inch closer, cautiously accepting the meals. It broke my heart to see him so wary of kindness, yet I knew he was slowly starting to trust me.

One day, after a long search, we found him tangled in tall grass, unable to move. We gently freed him and brought him home, where we named him Banban—a symbol of his new beginning. Over the following days, Banban grew stronger, nourished by balanced meals and surrounded by love. His frailty slowly faded, replaced by the joy of safety and care. Now, Banban wags his tail in gratitude, ready to leave his past behind and embrace a new, happier life.