It was a gloomy afternoon. The sky was grey, clouds rumbled above, and rain pattered gently on the windows of Yuvi’s home. She sat by the large window, chin resting on her hand, tracing raindrops as they slid down the glass. Everything looked quiet and wet outside.
But then… something moved near the flower pots just below the window.
Squinting her eyes, Yuvi leaned closer and gasped. Two tiny kittens, soaked to the bone, were huddled near the base of the pot. Their soft mews for help barely rose above the sound of the falling rain. They looked frightened, shivering in the cold.
Yuvi’s heart thumped.
Without wasting a second, she jumped off the sofa, grabbed her umbrella and an old cardboard box, and ran out the front door.
“Yuvi! Where are you going?” her mom called, but Yuvi was already outside, her shoes splashing in the puddles.
She crouched down beside the kittens. “It’s okay, little ones,” she whispered, carefully scooping them up and placing them inside the box. She covered the box with her umbrella and hurried back home, her clothes slowly getting soaked.
Mom opened the door just as Yuvi stepped back in, water dripping off her umbrella.
“Yuvi, what do you have there?” her mom asked, surprised.
Yuvi looked up, her cheeks red from the cold. “Mom, I found these two kittens outside, crying and shivering in the rain. I couldn’t leave them there.”
Her mother’s expression softened. She gently peered into the box and saw the kittens curled up, their eyes wide and frightened.
“Yuvi,” she said with a proud smile, “you’ve done such a kind and compassionate thing. Come, let’s dry them off and feed them something warm.”
Yuvi beamed.
Together, they wrapped the kittens in a soft towel. Yuvi patted them gently, humming to calm them down. They brought out a small bowl of warm milk, and the kittens lapped it up eagerly. Yuvi laughed as one of them sneezed adorably.
Later that evening, Yuvi sat by the kittens, watching them sleep in a cozy corner of the room. She looked up at her mom and asked, “What should we do with them, Mom? Should we let them go?”
Her mother shook her head. “No, beta. Tomorrow, we’ll take them to a pet adoption home. It’s a place where animals like these are cared for, and kind people come to adopt them. They’ll find new homes and friends there.”
Yuvi nodded. “That sounds nice. But I’m going to miss them…”
“I know,” Mom said, stroking Yuvi’s hair. “But being kind also means knowing when to let go—for their happiness.”
The next day
The sun peeked out as Yuvi and her mother drove to the local pet adoption center. Yuvi sat quietly in the back seat, the box of kittens resting on her lap. The kittens peeked through the small holes, their eyes now curious instead of scared.
The center was bright and cheerful. It had small, clean homes for cats and dogs, each with a name tag and a warm blanket inside. Some animals played in a small garden while others napped peacefully.
Yuvi carried the box in carefully. A kind lady welcomed them and said, “These kittens are lucky. We’ll make sure they’re safe and happy.”
Yuvi gently placed the kittens into a cozy little bed in their new room. One of the kittens rubbed its head against her hand, and Yuvi smiled through misty eyes.
As she walked out holding her mom’s hand, she looked back one last time.
“I hope they find a family who loves them,” she whispered.
“They will,” her mom said. “Thanks to you.”
Moral of the Story:
Compassion means helping others, even the smallest lives. Acts of kindness not only change the world for someone else—but also fill your own heart with warmth and purpose.
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