Fall 2018, I was house sitting for my parents, and one morning when I go outside to feed the cats, I see the older cat didn’t come to food. She was staying in her cat house. When I get closer I see her surrounded by four kittens. One newborn was pushed on the side, all wet. He was not accepted by his mother. I thought he was dead, so I took him out, laid him on a piece of paper. I wanted to burry him but when I saw his body I decided to take a photo of the fragility of life. When I took the photo, his little body moved. He was still alive. I put him back with his mother, and in a few hours when I went to check on him, he was dry and fed by the mother. I guess this is what “chance” means.