I am moss. My best friend is cherry . She lived with humans , I didn’t . I’d wait for her every afternoon to come . We’d play in ferns and chase mice together.

But one night, she didn’t come back . I waited for her, and waited until I went out to go look for her.

I was tired of looking. So I sat down and thought where she would be. But I heard a familiar meow behind me. She whispered to a black cat. “I hate moss! You are my best friend , not her!”

There was no way I wouldn’t cry. I wished my mother hadn’t died when I was a kitten. I was going to ask her for guidance.

So I did, she told me “ you have to move on”. I would have to , what my mother says.

The word echoed in my head.

After days. I found a best friend. A real one .