She was blown awake by a loud noise. All she could see were the shadows growing taller and taller - deafening noise of flames and fire everywhere. Her helpless eyes were too wet and far too weak to fight the fire, but the mother in her rose like a phoenix from the ashes to hold her kids tight and close. The fire was too hot and overwhelming for her to run and escape but she kept her kids in her pocket to run from the deadly fire. On the run to save their lives, she saw some of her friends' trembling feet failing miserably...she saw many disheartening scenes around but the mother in her kept running fast and frantic. She kept running until her vision was blurry.
She woke up from a deep sleep sound and safe in a human hand. Her legs and tail were scarred and bruised. With all the pain, she searched around for her kids only to find them sleeping. She looked at the man with teary eyes that spoke a thousand words and all the words only meant love and only love. She called the kids near her, pampered them. With all her love she hugged the man who saved her and her dear ones.
No disaster could destroy you, when the world is full of lovable souls.
