Butterfly Fly Away(Geraldine Vesper) "What are all these?!" the Mother bellowed angrily, waving a stack of bills in front of her husband's bulging eyes.

"I have no idea. Why do you always blame me for these things?!" the Father howled, twisting the Mother's wrist into an awkward position.
The mother yelped in pain.

Looking onto them is the Daughter. Tears stream down her face as she watches the people she loves the most hurt each other. "You're hurting me more than you hurt yourselves," she often tells them in her mind. "You're going to kill me."

The Daughter shielded her ears from the brawl taking place in the kitchen. She then turned back to the happiness in her drawing for her homework assignment.

"What type of animal would most describe you?" the Teacher had inquired, grinning cheerfully.

The Daughter had pondered this thought immensely for a six year-old. "I'm like a puppy," she thought. "I'm cute and I like to play with toys."
She discarded this thought. A simple canine could not fulfill her description. "I'm like a horse," she regarded. "I like to gallop with all the other happy children at recess." No, a horse was not quite right for her.

While attempting to avoid her Parent's scuffle, it finally dawned on her. She scribbled the outline of her animal. A thin grin escaped from her quivering lips.

"Thank you, Tommy. This giraffe is definately like you. And, oh, Gabrielle, this panda makes me think of you."

The Daughter waltzed up to the Teacher proudly.

"What's this?" the Teacher questioned.

The Daughter beamed. "It is a caterpillar."

The Teacher examinded the drawing a bit closer. "Yes, I believe it is a caterpillar. How does this describe you?" she querried.

"One day, I will become a butterfly to fly away from tears."

The corner of the Teacher's lips curled into a smile.

"For now, I will keep squirming out of the rainstorm because I know my wings will come soon."

The Daughter taught her Teacher a valueable lesson beyond her age-range.
Keep inching your way out of the storm for you were promised wings.

That little caterpillar soon spread her wings. Though she still is in the storm at times, her wings can glide easily for she is a butterfly, and butterflies fly away.

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