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I wonder still how I managed to find you.

Of all the people in the world, how is it that our paths crossed? Why did you open your door to take me in? Why comfort me and save me from the cold?

I was invisible. Plenty had passed me without notice. Nobody stopped to look into my eyes. A stranger I was—alone in this world.  Why, momma, when others were blind to me, did you chose to see? Why rescue me?

“My precious pup,” she says as she kisses my forehead.  “Don’t you know by now? It was you, pup; it was you, who rescued me.”

I lean towards her whispers and the comfort of her voice and I think. Yes, momma, I guess I knew that. But I am grateful, ever so grateful, anyway.

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