I was dirt poor, plagued by bad luck, and adopted four stray cats, raising them to be carefree, plump, and happy.
That day, I had a huge fight with my father, who had never cared about me, and cut ties with him for good.
Looking at the four cats curled up like balls and resting peacefully, I wiped away my tears and stroked their fur. "Kitties, I don't have any family left."
The next day, I was hit by a car and died.
When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to my childhood, to the day I had angered my father and been made to stand in the freezing courtyard.
I sniffled and rubbed my red knuckles, when I heard someone knock.
I opened the door and found four oddly dressed adults outside, their hair dyed in all sorts of flashy colors.
One woman, whose hair was streaked black and white, was making a purring sound in her throat.
She cleared her throat and tried to sound composed. "We're your aunts, whom you've never met before. Come with us."
The main story is not told in first person.
Theme: Growing up surrounded by love.
