〈A Little Visitor on the Balcony🌅〉

This afternoon, while watering the flowers on my balcony, I found a little visitor in my mint pot. It was a ladybug, with seven black spots on its red shell. It was round and plump, like a little walking strawberry. I crouched down to look at it. It crawled onto a mint leaf, reached the tip, stopped, and seemed to be gazing into the distance. "What are you looking at?" I asked. Of course, it didn't answer. It just twitched its antennae, then spread its wings and flew away. It flew wobbly, like it was drunk. I watched it disappear into the sky, feeling a little sad. In the evening, I went to take out the trash and ran into my downstairs neighbor. She was holding a cardboard box with three kittens inside, not long after they were born, their eyes still closed. "I found them in the parking lot," she said. "Do you want to adopt one?" I leaned in to look. The three kittens were huddled together: one black, one orange, and one calico. Their fur wasn't fully grown yet, soft like three breathing balls of cotton. "My landlord doesn't allow pets," I said, my voice sounding regretful. "Can you ask around if anyone wants one?" I nodded and took photos with my phone. While I was taking pictures, the orange kitten sneezed, a tiny little sneeze, like it was being cute. After I got home, I posted the photos in our group chat. My friends replied like crazy: "So cute!", "Me, me!", "Save one for me!" In the end, my college roommate's younger sister adopted the orange kitten. She said she's going to name it "Pudding." The next day, I walked through the courtyard and found that osmanthus tree in bloom. Tiny white flowers were hidden among the leaves, and their fragrance was faint, only noticeable when you got close.