— I bury… food, ma’am.
— What do you mean, food? — she asked, approaching gently, without scaring him.
The boy took out a sandwich wrapped in a napkin and a banana from his backpack, then looked at her with tearful eyes.
— Because… the little kittens come. But if I leave the food outside, the others laugh at me. They say I’m stupid for feeding “street cats.” So I leave it here, underground. They know the place, they come and dig… and eat.
The teacher was left speechless. As she listened to him, she remembered that for a few weeks, the backyard of the school had been full of small paw prints.
— Do you feed them every day?
— Yes, ma’am. Since one of them died… I saw her one morning, right here, and I cried. I made a hole and buried her nicely, with a flower. Then I started bringing food for the others, so they wouldn’t starve.
The woman’s eyes welled up with tears. She bent down and gently patted him on the shoulder.
— You have a big heart, Alexandru. A heart bigger than many grown-ups.
From that day on, things changed. The teacher told all her colleagues, and the next day, the whole school found out. Some kids laughed at first, but when they saw the teachers bringing containers of leftover food for the cats, they joined in too.
Within a week, the corner behind the school turned into a small improvised shelter: a large cardboard box, some old pillows, and bowls of water. The children wrote on the sides with markers: “The Cats of Our School”.
Alexandru came every morning to check if they were all okay. He no longer had to dig holes, he no longer had to hide. The cats recognized him from afar and came running, purring and rubbing against his legs.
The teachers looked at him with pride, and the principal, moved, decided to organize a small campaign at school: each child had to do a good deed for a stray animal. Some brought food, others blankets. One boy even convinced his father to adopt a puppy.
The story of little Alexandru spread throughout the city. A team from an animal protection association came to the school, bringing help and building a real shelter. When they finished, they told the boy that everything was done “in his honor.”
He smiled shyly, hiding his dirty hands in his pocket.
— I just… didn’t want them to be hungry, ma’am, that’s all.
He was applauded by everyone. And the teacher, looking at him, realized that sometimes, the greatest lessons of kindness do not come from books, but from a small heart that beats pure.
Since then, every year, on the date they discovered Alexandru behind the school, all the students from School No. 17 plant flowers in that corner — in memory of the first cat and in remembrance of a child who taught them what true kindness means.
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