She gave birth to only one kitten. Just one. And yet, it’s as if she’s protecting a whole litter. From that moment on, she became his shadow, his warmth, his shield. She keeps him under her chest, between her legs, always touching him, always near — as if the world outside is too loud, too cruel, too cold for someone so small.
She watches him sleep like it’s the most important thing in the universe. She eats quickly, returns faster, never letting him out of sight for too long. She’s not just a mother — she’s a fortress, a vow, a living shield for that one tiny life.
And he, he has no siblings. But he’s never alone. Because from the moment he was born, he has known only one thing: a mother who loves him enough for ten. A mother who, without a single word, tells him every second, “As long as I breathe, nothing will hurt you.”