A.L. Jackson

“I can’t tel you what to do, sweetheart. That’s something you’re going to have to decide for yourself,”

I may be terrified of flying, but I can fight like a pro and refuse to be a damsel in distress.

What I don’t understand is why I’m feeling strangely protective of her. I know the little kitten can take care of herself—she’s unapologetically vicious. But I also know what it’s like to be young and abandoned by a parent, to be handed over and forgotten.