The breeze that’s caressing my cheeks feels nice as I move leisurely through the park in my wheelchair. In my lap is a bag of cat food that I often bring to feed the cats in the park.

My body filled with joy when I heard their familiar meowing as I grew closer to where the spot is.

And to my surprise, I saw a young woman already feeding them first; the sight was so warm. I can’t help but to want to know her. I cleared up my throat. “I see the cats have their new favorite human other than me.”