令和8年8月24日(月)きょうのこと

📝 Diary

令和8年月8月24日(月) 

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📝 Diary

The Little Visitor

It was an ordinary morning.

I opened the window and let the cool air enter the room.
The sky was clear, and the sunlight was soft.

Then I heard a small sound.

“Meow.”

I looked down and found a tiny cat sitting near the garden.

She was alone.

For a moment, she looked at me as if she had been waiting for me all morning.

I went outside and sat quietly beside her.

“Are you lost?” I asked.

Of course, she did not answer.

She simply looked into my eyes and slowly closed hers.

That was enough.

I understood that she was not afraid anymore.

We spent only a few minutes together.

Soon, the little cat stood up, stretched her small body, and walked away.

I watched her disappear around the corner.

Then the garden became quiet again.

But somehow, the morning no longer felt ordinary.

Sometimes, a small visitor can leave a big memory.

And sometimes, you don’t need words to understand someone.