Your purr from out of the blue one day pleasantly surprised me.

But reflexes say it was a manifestation of yearning to block something from your mind, even for a second.

I did not ask.

Long after and from afar, you let go of the roar you were holding within. I need not ask.

The veins may not know but will somehow feel when something is wrong with one.

For granddaughters of the earth are we, rooted from one seed though one is borne of east and the other, west.

Many a time, I also hurt and still have a lot on my mind.

So the need for a venue to forget is just too familiar to miss.

And when it was my turn to purr, you told me to take care always for how can I help others if I’m in my own mess.

Time and energy are better spent elsewhere, you said.

So I buried myself into work and wait for time to heal my wounds.

But even regal felines, while noble in battle as their warrior fathers,

need to rest both injured hearts and weary minds to recoup some needed strength.

Who am I to say what’s wrong or right for you?

I have my share of plenty faults.

But this, I want you to know:

No matter what happens, whatever you choose to do, I’m here for you.