Split second

Can't express how simple the cycle of life is. A mother gives birth to a child, let's say a baby girl; they live young, grow old and they pass on. Somewhere in the middle of all that they get married and bring new life to the world. It's simple, true.. but short as well. Sometimes too short.

Last week my dad found three newborn kittens in my storeroom. They were barely a couple of days old and alone. Alone simply because their mother was sent away. Cruel, but the actions were done unknown to the existence of the new lives. And of course I had to take care of them; take over the role of being a mother. I was terrified, I was nervous. I felt burdened. But I had to do it. They were beyond adorable, two with hues of dark brown and the last was coloured cream. Being only a couple of days old, their eyes stayed unopened and each one could fit within my palm. I grew fond. I grew attached. They became my babies.

I knew their chances of survival were bleak but I stayed hopeful. But within a few days, one didn't manage to survive the night. 

Disappointment. Regret. I felt so many things. But I put it all behind me as I had 2 more kittens. There was still hope. 

By the end of the week, I had lost all of them.

It was hard for me. Not only because I felt like I failed, because I did feel that way. Mainly because I had gotten so attached to them in a matter of days. Of course, life isn't fair. Even the most innocent souls such as newborn kittens, who have never seen the light of day, can never experience walking on their own feet. But that is simply the cycle of life. As cruel as it may be.