"Well, my husband died of malaria and three months later
my only son was killed by a car.
I had nobody... I had nothing left. I couldn't sleep,
I couldn't eat, I never
smiled at anyone, I even thought of taking my own life.
Then one evening a little kitten followed me home
from work, Somehow I felt sorry for that kitten.
It was cold outside, so I decided to let the kitten in.
I got it some milk, and the kitten licked the plate clean.
Then it purred and rubbed against my leg and,
for the first time in months,I