I still remember ! he became our third child

It was a rainy night in 2019. The sky seemed to wash away the earth with tears, and raindrops created a soft rhythm everywhere. A little story developed in our lives on this damp, misty evening - a story that still remains in my heart.

My young son Alif came to the house and paid attention to his little hand. As I approached, I saw three small trembling kittens cuddle together. Surprised, I asked: Son, where did you find her? And where is her mother? With tears shining in his innocent eyes, Alif, "Father, someone put her on the mud on the side of the road... I heard her scream and played nearby. You did the right thing, son. Call your mother right now. When my wife came and saw these helpless kittens, their eyes widened with surprise and compassion. Her tiny body immersed in the cold and trembled in the cold.

She said immediately: Let's be with us, otherwise we'll go with this rain?

Without delay, she gently dried her small body and wrapped it in a warm cloth. Our home once felt quiet and quiet, and suddenly alive - full of three small heartbeats and a thousand options. At that moment, I was able to remember another story - the story of Santi who came to our lives six months ago.

The story of Santi

was early 2019. The world moved with the fear of Covid-19. The streets were abandoned, and fear was threatened. We were locked up in our house and suffocated silently.

In these lonely times, we decided to adopt pets - a small soul to bring life and laughter to our home. One day, my nephew said, Uncle, I found a little kitten without a mother. Without hesitation, he took it home wearing gloves and a mask.

My heart hurt when I first saw him. He was so small that he could fit in the palm of my hand, trembling in silence. I gently picked him up, put it in my pocket to keep him warm and took him home. At home, my wife and my sons were excited. As soon as they saw the little kitten, their faces illuminated their faces with pure joy.

We called him Santi - for there was a rare peace in our eyes, and a calmness that touched our souls. I thought Santi was a female kitten. He was then found out to be a brave little boy. But it wasn't a role - he became our third child, our little warrior. Santi grew up quickly. He has become an inseparable part of our family, especially for my wife, who treated him like her own son. Wherever he is, someone will call "Santi!" and he will run.

He ate with us, slept with us, and even sat next to us while we were watching TV. He was not a cat. He had a royal flavor. He didn't like typical cat food. Instead, he loved crispy fried fish and rich chicken soup.

He was a cat, but he was calm, composed and incredibly intelligent - he never caused mischief or destruction.

The Arrival of Hasi and Khusi

After Alif brought three kittens home, Hasi and Kushi arrived on this rainy night, and the two survived. We called you Hasi (Smile) and Khusi (Joy). And from that day, Santi became her guardian - he was a boy, but her mother. He hugged, cleaned, and even protected them while they were asleep.

When Hashi or Khusi cried, Santi quickly hugged them to her side and calmed them down. It was a sight that filled our hearts with infinite love. Our home has made their joy and laughter come true. There were no corners of the house they had not explored, nor were they not playing.

You loved everything - especially dishes like slow cooked beef off and off or creamy brain curry. No food was rejected by her curious little nose. After eating, they flew around and chased each other; their soft feet tweaked like raindrops on the floor.

When my kids went to school, Hashi and Kushi sat in the window and stared out. They seem to know exactly when the school was finished and will be eager to wait for their return. The moment the children passed through the door, the kitten jumped down and jumped into her arms.

They are not satisfied until they are properly embraced.

Sneak into our beds and dig under the ceiling. We slept surrounded by soft cords and warm little bodies - our little sky. Memories of still living since the hours. days were handed over in a few years. Life has progressed.

But the love, loyalty, pure bonds we shared with Santi, Hash and Kushi - it is unaffected and sacred.

Even today, when I sit quietly in the evening, I still can see Santis' quiet face, and the miracle of flashing in front of my eyes.

Like a whisper, "We are still here... They are not alone."

These stories of unconditional love are the real treasures of life. They tell us that family is not just blood. It's about love, care, and a thousand laughs and tears.

And I still say from the bottom of my heart:

"I still remember you..."