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The Butterfly

This is for my lola. She died at the age of 69 due to complications of diabetes. She would have been 87 this year.

A butterfly sat on her desk. She didn’t know how it got inside her room as the window was closed. It was a beautiful red one with black spots. She smiled, admiring its beauty. She opened her window slightly so the butterfly could go out and then she went downstairs.

She was busy preparing for breakfast and was humming a song. When she got to the table, the butterfly was there. She wondered if this was an omen of sorts. Then she remembered the song she was humming was a song her lola (grandma) used to sing and that her lola loved butterflies.

She put down her plate and mug, sat down and said to the butterfly, “Hello grandma.”

© Maria Michaela