On the way home after playing in the park
I met a kitten.
A thin-bodied cat whose small body looks smaller.
I hurriedly hugged a cat and went home with a cat.
Cheer up to that cat! Cheer up! want you to have hope and courage to live.
I named the cat “chance”
are you nervous? are you on guard?
Even if i want you to eat alot, you won’t
Even so, I called a lot of names.
“chance!” ”chance!”
Gradually, “Chance” ate a lot and became attached to me.
I hurried home from school everyday and played with “chance.”
Sometimes I slept with “Chance”.
Sometimes "chance"came and rubbed own body back against my body.
Me and "Chance" grew up together.
Before I knew it, "Chance" was fat.
Before I knew it, "Chance" was running around freely in the house.
It was so cute.
I loved you so much.
One day "Chance" passed away.
I cried a lot.
a lot…a lot…I burst into tears.
I called your name over and over. ”chance.” ”chance.”
Still there was no response of "Chance"
It's been a few years since then, and I'm still having a good day today.
My family has decreased and I feel lonely, but I can't stay depressed forever.
I'm sure "Chance" doesn't want my to look like that either.
I received a lot of healing and love.
I will never forget that day, the day we met.
I will never forget the days we played together from that day on.
I even now like this word.
“chance”
It's the password of courage and hope.