I am 30 years old and, as they say, no kitten, no child. My friends laugh at me, and some frankly pity it. Unlike all-powerful women who enjoy loneliness, this situation literally drove me crazy. I didn’t even know what to do. Don’t say that I’m stupid.
Slender, pretty, independent. But for some reason, men are not motivated to establish a serious relationship with me. But I already really want a family and a child.
When I turned 31, I realized that most likely I would be left alone. My girlfriends got married a long time ago.Their children will go to school, and I’m still alone. At all parties they wish me a man and children, and from such wishes I want to cry.
I have a wonderful job.I own an art gallery where young artists and photographers exhibit. I make good money and don’t need money. For seven years of work, I bought myself an apartment, a car.I go abroad every summer and dream of a Sphynx cat.
I closed the gallery for two weeks and sat in a closed apartment, sobbing from helplessness. I even had thoughts of suicide, although I drove them away as best I could. But is it possible to hinder the inner self? I suffered from the fact that everyone around life is settled, that I can’t pull myself together and it hurt me that I now just feel sorry for myself. There is a wild hysteria in my head, an incessant flood of thoughts.
It was raining outside, my favorite weather. For the first time, I felt calmer, or rather I just resigned myself to the emptiness inside me. I made a cup of coffee and went to the window. Downstairs, people hurried to work, covering their heads with colorful umbrellas.
I was wrapped in a warm checkered blanket and felt incredibly comfortable. In the middle of the road, between cars, a tiny filthy kitten was dodging. He couldn’t cross the road, bumping into the wheels, at that moment my heart broke.
I jumped out into the street and ran out into the road, waving my arms. Drivers yelled at me in annoyance.I grabbed the kitten and returned to the sidewalk again. He screamed and trembled all over to the tip of his tail. I was madly sorry for him, because he could die here under the wheels or freeze on this cold November morning.
Bringing it home, I heated the milk and poured it into a bowl. The kitten greedily drank every last drop. I put on makeup, for the first time in a week and a half, put on a tracksuit and new sneakers, which I always felt sorry for.I called a taxi and went to the clinic. The kitten was bathed, dried, vaccinated and handed back to me.
I called this miracle the Miracle. After all, he pulled me out of the impenetrable black abyss, where I was already rushing with all my might. I suddenly realized how precious life is.
I have remained alone, but I no longer suffer from this. I enjoy my own life and am not afraid of loneliness. I began to go on vacation more often, relax more, got myself a new hobby and felt alive again, no matter how strange it may sound. Even an ordinary street kitten can change our lives. I’m sure it was a gift to me.
