I found them on the street. Huddled together, lost and trembling. No one wanted them. People said they were “weird,” “not normal” — just because of their color. Just because they were different.
Some even called them “cursed.” But I saw something else: innocent souls, full of softness, asking for nothing more than a chance.
Today, they’re safe. Loved. Fed. And one day, I hope they’ll each find a family who sees what I saw — beauty, life, and endless love waiting to be given.