👣A Memory Borne on a full moon day🌕

 That day Was a full moon day.

As I woke up in the morning And tried to step out of my room,

Just like every other day,Our 🐈 cat Wrapped herself gently 

Around My feet.

I stroked her tiny head with love And moved forward, But she kept staring at my face -As if she was speaking  In a language I couldn't understand.

She looked at the bead, Then back at me. She cried softly, Again and again. In that moment, I felt  She was asking me  To come back. So I sat down on the bed again.

She climbed onto my lap And lay there quietly ,Trusting me With her entire being. I gently placed my hand On her small belly.

Suddenly, My mother's words  Echoed in My mind- "On full moon days,

It's hard 

For expecting mothers." 

That sentence 

Found its meaning 

That day.

All at once 

She grew restless.

She ran to the living room, 

then back to the bedroom -

As if calling me 

To follow her.

When I walked into the living room,

She sat on the sofa 

And cried out in pain.

I moved closer,

Placed my hand on her belly again,

And this time 

Her cries grew louder -

Filled with fear 

And suffering.

I was afraid.

I was curious. 

But more than anything,

I felt compassion.

Then I saw it-

A tiny dark shape,

Half emerging into the world,

Mixed with blood.

I had never seen 

Anything like that before.

Yet,

Without fear,

Without hesitation,

I gently welcomed 

Our new guest -

A tiny kitten -

Into my hands.

In that moment,

My heart overflowed 

With joy.

I realized 

I wasn't holding a story,

But a life.

That day 🌕 A full moon day Became A memory I will never forget.