The friendly cat meows in the breeze of a sunny day, and she rubs up against the basket filled with fruit, purring loudly and stretching her back against the weave.
The boy says, “Grandma, sit with me a moment! Let me show you what I’ve found!”
Grandma sat beside him and giggled at his amusement with his laptop, “Dear boy, what have you found?” she asks.
The boy says frankly, “Our family tree!”
The cat looks away as she hears a sound in the distance, and Grandma moves closer to see the screen of his laptop.
“Well, isn’t that something? The whole family is there…” She points her finger around at the various names that sat upon the digital tree.
“Grandma, where is my brother’s name…he’s not there?”
The little boy did not know the grown things of their family, like the fact that his brother was adopted into the family.
She spoke with compassion and said, “Remember this, my dear grandson…blood is not always the family you keep. There are those that embrace our lives with their goodness that have no blood in common. Be excited about them too. Family means everything!”
The boy smiled at his grandmother as she sat there fiddling with a piece of stick, and he knew exactly what she was saying. He added his own entry to the tree with his brother’s name. “Family makes the world go around, right Grandma!”
She patted him on the head and nodded in agreement. The kitty followed her as she walked inside.