Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Lily. She had a beloved dog, Max. One day, Max got very sick. Lily tried everything to make him better, but the vet said there was no hope. She sat by Max's side every day, talking to him, feeding him his favorite treats. But then, Max passed away. Lily was heartbroken. She would often go to their favorite park alone, sitting on the bench where they used to play, and she would cry, remembering all the happy times they had together. That empty feeling in her heart just wouldn't go away.
Here is a sad story. There was a young artist named Mia. She was so passionate about painting. She had big dreams of having her own exhibition one day. She worked hard day and night. But every gallery she approached rejected her works. They said her style was too different. Slowly, she started to doubt herself. She stopped painting for a while. She felt so alone in her art journey. All her friends were moving on with their normal lives, and she was still stuck in this dream that seemed to be fading away. She would often stand in front of a blank canvas, with tears in her eyes, not knowing if she should continue or give up.