The clock struck a minute and all conversations around the house seized, getting replaced by the ones of the approaching humans."Mum, Miss Stacey says she wants a new doll," piped a little, red-haired child, obliviously striding through a row of shelves. A black cat walked beside her.Her mother rushed onwards, passing through the opposite wall. Her hands were filled with grocery bags. She hurriedly said, "Stacey can't say she wants a doll, honey. She's a cat.""But, mum! She told me!" From a few paces down, the mock-gasp of her dad sounded. "Honey, I think our daughter's a cat whisperer. Hey, Hailey hun, tell me what else Stacey's said."The little girl pouted. "She said it's high time you got a shave."Barking out a laugh, her dad swopped in and scooped her up, raising her high up into the air and spinning. She shrieked out endless giggles, splaying her small arms wide.Something in my chest tightened.I never had that growing up, a real family. Although I did have numerous aunts
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