I don't remember when my facination with butterflies started. What is in butterfly that makes me feel happy?
Seeing a butterfly makes me want to chase it like a child.
Maybe it started when my mother died. Everytime the elders would see a white butterfly, they would say that she is there, watching over us.
It have given me solace during that time of grief. It gave me something to hold on to.
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