When she started to get infuriated-

At the injustices I was facing,

And reached out to do what she could

To assist- without having met me before.

We connected, started chatting,

When we both moved to the same town,

To start legal classes,

As the ‘old ladies’ of the cohort.

Yesterday, we went shopping,

Next to a petco.

For 2 hours we shopped,

And I HAD to stop in, and look at the kittens,

Because I was looking for one.

We left the store,

I called the foster parent,

That’s what the sign said to do.

I called, she said to talk to a store manager to adopt.

I sighed,

not knowing when another opportunity would come.

When my friend asked, “so, are we going back to Petco?”

I was so gloriously surprised,

I squealed, “Yes! Yes! Is that an option? Yes!”

I only realized I hadn’t hung up,

after calling the foster parent,

when I stopped to breathe.

But, two hours later,

with Ms. Mercy in toe,

We headed home,

Because of a friend my family grew.


Published by sickybeat

I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty

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