The white kittens played in a box, and the girl sat by the side of the road, waiting for someone to want them. Someone besides her. Someone who would feed them and love them and chase them and name them. Names are important. They let you know who you are, who you are to the person who calls you. The girl's name was Lucy, but her mother called her Sweetheart. Her brother called her Luce, which means Light in Spanish. And her father... Well, her father used to call her Kitten. Before he left. Then he didn't call her at all. He doesn't call her anymore.
So she sits by the side of the road, and she waits for someone who will want these kittens, and who will name them, and who will call them, and who will never, ever leave them.
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