I really didn’t know if the kitten was male or female. It just looked so cute. At first, I thought it was a girl when I noticed its orange whiskers.
I followed the kitten as it padded away, heading toward the grassy area. Maybe it was going home.
I sat on the rock where it had been and pulled out my sketchbook. I wanted to draw—that was the reason I came here. I needed to think, and drawing always helped clear my mind.
The place was quiet, but the sound of the grass swaying in the wind filled the silence. Dandelions floated upward, forming a beautiful zigzag pattern in the sky.
*Wow…*
Without thinking, my hand moved with ease, sketching the dandelions as they flew away.
I was lost in focus when something brushed against my leg. Startled, I looked down—it was the kitten. She had come
