“Take him! Please, take him!”
The boy — maybe eight years old — held out a frightened kitten toward passing strangers.
“He’s really well-behaved,” the boy pleaded, hugging the tiny fluffball to his chest.
The kitten let out the softest meow.
At that sound, a man walking by turned his head — but when his eyes met the boy’s, he just quickened his pace and gestured helplessly.
“He’s so loving… please, you need him,” the boy tried again.
“Is he yours?” came a sudden voice behind him.
A girl with long braids stood there, her eyes locked on the kitten.
“Yes… he’s mine,” the boy whispered. “But I have to let him go. He needs a home.”
“He’s so cute!” the girl reached her hand to pet the tiny creature.
A woman appeared next to her out of nowhere.
“Don’t touch it!” she snapped, yanking her daughter’s arm.
“Mom, I want him! He’s my kitten! I really, really need him!”
“No, you don’t,” the mother cut her off sharply and dragged the tearful girl toward their car.
The kitten looked straight into the boy’s eyes and suddenly said,
“Listen… keep me for yourself.”
“I can’t,” the boy sighed. “We angels… we can’t keep happiness. We only deliver it.”
“So I’m happiness? You’ll just give me away to anyone?”
“I offer you to the ones who need you most. But people don’t always understand. They turn away.”
“But they turned me away… and I’m just a little kitten.”
“The woman outside the store turned down her family’s happiness. If she had taken you, a man would have stopped to help her carry you home. And one day, he would have become her husband.
The man who walked past? He rejected the happiness of reconnecting with his daughter — things between them are strained. If he’d taken you, caring for you together would have melted the ice in their hearts.
“And the little girl? She wanted me. Her mom just wouldn’t let her.”
“Yes, the girl needed you. If she had been allowed to take you, she would have learned to care for you, to be patient as you grew. And next year, when she gets a baby brother, she would have poured all that care into him. That would have been happiness too — happiness of nurturing and helping.”
“So they all turned away from their happiness… how will they live without it?”
“I’ll try again. Later. In a different way. That’s our job — to offer happiness. But the choice is always theirs.”
The kitten let out a tiny sigh and closed his eyes.
He wasn’t scared anymore.
He knew now — he was someone’s happiness.
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