You 're the only one who can make her laugh . [ WP ]

Keys jingle, footsteps echo, the door opens. She's home. I look up at her and see pearls on her eyelashes and a rosy hue on her cheeks. *I wonder why she looks unhappy? * 
 
 She dumps her bag on the cupboard and lands herself on the sofa, wiping away her tears, which keep coming more feverishly now. 
 
 “ I ca n't believe they did this do me, ” she whispers, voice shaking. “ How *could they*? ” She sniffles, eyes puffy and red from sadness. Her hand reaches for the paper towel on the table, clenches, and brings it back to her nose. 
 
 *Maybe if I went by her side, she would calm down. * 
 
 I settled down next to her and soon my eyes found hers. Tears fell on the sofa. “ I just do n't know what to do any more, ” she said, looked away and closed her wet eyelashes. 
 
 I reached for her and my hand fell on her arm. I tried to utter something until she finally looked at me again. *Let me help you. * 
 
 I quickly left the sofa, went to her room and tried to wrench on the thing she got me. *At least.. I think it goes on my head? * I returned to the living room and sat down in front of her. Her eyes widened. 
 
 *Am I making her happy? * 
 
 *I really hope so. * 
 
 I tried to move my head, but the thing on my head blocked half of my vision. *Why would she even get me this thing? * I shook my head. 
 
 She took in the sight of me for a second and burst out laughing. “ You silly little thing! How did you even get it on? ” Her eyes twinkled. She was beaming. 
 
 *I'm glad. * 
 
 “ It's on backwards, you know? ” she said, and added, “ Let me help you. ” 
 
 She lifted me up, put me on her lap and adjusted the soft thing on my head. “ Here. ” She looked at me fondly, grasped me closer and murmured, “ I love you, my Little Cat. ” 

