On her way to Quinta Market, many mornings ago, she chanced upon a wet, days-old kitten ambling precariously out of a heap of garbage. It was a rainy mid-July morning.
At the sight of the hapless feline she froze, unable to move another step. Her world has momentarily paused. That pitiful cry was simply unbearable, impossible to ignore, too much to bear for her delicate, equally vulnerable heart…and an hour or two has passed…and then it became three.
Soon it was lunch time, and still there was no food on the table. Agitation set in among the waiting family members. speculations have circulated as to what must have happened to the market lady. Empty stomachs and chilly weather make for a testy household.Then suddenly, parting the curtain of trickling water from the awning she appeared at the door all soaked and trembling, smiling sheepishly, a kitty peeking through the empty basket that dangles from her right arm…her name (the market lady)...is Sonia!
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