This is a story about farewell.
It is also a story about reunion.
In this life, one will say goodbye to many people. Parents, lovers, friends, even my former self. We think that saying goodbye is the end, that people are gone when they leave, and that we will never have the chance to pay back what we owe in this life.
But maybe, the universe has its ways.
Maybe the person who waits for you to come home every day has a different look. Maybe the person who always wants to protect you has changed his identity. Maybe every time you feel "as if I've known you for a long time", it's not an illusion.
Maybe the cat knows.
As I write this story, I have a cat at home. It lay on my lap, watching me typing, and occasionally raised its head to nuzzle my hand. I don't know who it was in a previous life. Maybe it was my grandma, maybe it was the rubber duck I lost as a child, maybe it was just a passing soul who felt I needed company.
But I hope that if it really has a memory, if it really comes to me with a mission—I hope that it knows that I received it.
Receive its companionship. Receive its protection. Every time I look at it, there are things hidden in it that I may never understand.
This story is written for everyone who has ever raised a cat, and everyone who has been cured by a cat.
It is also written to everyone who has lost something and everyone who is still waiting.
Waiting for a hug, waiting for the words "I'm back", waiting for a long overdue reunion.
If you are ready, squat down and smell the world with Thirteen.
Smell that girl named Lin Yuanyuan, she has
