Butterfly Heaven

[blueraven]

She was sick again, poor little Rebecca. She's often sit in her window watching the other children play outside. Out in the sun, feeling the cool summer breeze, chasing purple butterflies and catching frogs in the pond. But she was sick again, and Nurse refused to let her go outside.

Every now and then there would be a knock on the door, "Can Becca come out and play?" they'd ask. She's peak down the stairs, her fingers crossed and hear Nurse say "I'm sorry, Rebecca is much too sick today."

When she was six her father brought home a kitten he found while he was walking to work. All day he made excuses of why his pocket was suddenly meowing, he was so excited to see Rebecca's face when she found out she had a new friend. But it didn't last, on the third day Nurse found the bowl of milk and made Rebecca's father find a new home for the kitten.

Her mother died shortly after she was born, as a promise her father was determined never to let any harm come to his daughter, her daughter, his only reminder of her. But due to the constant protection Rebecca had grown weak, common childhood sicknesses were enough to send her to the hospital overnight and in time being outside was a death wish.

But there she was, sitting in her window watching the other children play outside. Out in the sun, feeling the cool summer breeze, chasing the purple butterfilies and catching frogs in the pond. She was sick again and there was nothing anyone could do.

That night as Nurse tucked her into bed, she asked a simple question, "What's mommy doing in heaven?" Now Nurse loved the child as if she were her own, and as much as it pained her to keep Rebecca indoors she smiled and said "She's out in the sun, feeling the cool summer breeze, chasing purple butterflies and catching frogs in the pond. She isn't sick anymore and one day you'll be there too."

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Forgive me, just something I wrote up real quick. It seems most of what I write in these ...whatever you want to call them... are like this. Rebecca is only a child of eight years old and has been sick off and on for many years now, the same as her mother, and she is slowly dying, Nurse hinting at that. I guess I just wanted to write something that goes with the theme that people come and go in your life but even after they are gone they can still touch your heart.

Sorry about spelling and grammer, always horrible with that.

[starstoryteller]

Sad but ture. The nurse made the dad get ride of the kitten? thats just down right evil. Maybe poor Beca had allergoies.

[blueraven]

I don't know why I keep with a sad theme. I guess I find peace in the fact life seems simplier when death is always present.

I don't know what I would do without my cats. 13 years ago I found a stray and brought him home cuddled up in my jacket, my parents named him Krismas since we "got" him in December, I don't know what I'd do without him. But I remember having a little kitten before Krismas named Baby, I don't remember much about her and for some reason I think I only had her for a very short while before we had to give her away. But yes, poor Becca had horrible allergies, it was ver rare that she even got to feel the summer breeze due to the windows having to be closed.

Thanks for the comments. I'd love to put more thought into what I write but sometimes I'm just in the mood to write no matter how it comes out.