About two months ago A and I were riding the motorbike along the rice patties in Hoi An and out wandered a helpless kitten, covered in garbage and crying for help.
He was extremely young, weak, and wobbly. He looked at death's door. Admittedly, shamefully, if I was alone I'd have driven on by, cause hey, can't save em all... And that's one of the things I love about A. She couldn't.
Maybe sit with it on the bridge for a few minutes without judging it.
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