On Friday afternoon, L and I were sitting at the kitchen table eating an early dinner, when all of a sudden she got excited and started waving through the window. We live on the 7th floor, so I thought it must be a maintenance person on the roof next door or maybe a neighbor shaking out a rug.
I got out of my seat and looked in the same direction. And there she was, a butterly fluttering by. L kept waving and quietly squealing while the winged creature flew the length of our apartment windows. It was all black, rather relaxed and totally beautiful.
After a few moments of taking in the experience, I started crying. L pointed to the tears on my cheeks and I acknowledged "Yes, Hairig (Daddy in Armenian) is thinking of Auntig Alice. The butterfly was bringing her to us, and he realizes how much he misses her."
And then we went back to our dinner, a little fuller.
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