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A Butterfly Let Go- Based on a True Story
by Eleni Makarios
copyright 09-10-2005


Age Rating: 1 to 127

 
I was visiting Athens for two weeks last year. I walked down the street one day to see a lady sitting down on the street, with a glass blottle in her hand. I passed by her, trying to ignore the pitiful sight. When I walked back an hour later, I saw her gone and the glass bottle still there. I asked around, and people said they had seen the police take her away.
I picked up the bottle to see a butterfly inside. It couldn't get out, due to the small bottle opening, but how did it get in? I inspected closer, and I saw the butterfly had a ripped wing. It was sitting stationary on the glass ground.
I felt sad to remember how the woman had lovingly taken care of the butterfly. How she had caressed the bottle. Something told me that the woman had not ripped the butterfly's wing.
I took the butterfly and its bottle back to where I was staying, and I named her Mia, which meant Number One.
I took care of Mia, dropping little flowers inside the bottle from time to time. I loved Mia, watching her spread her one good wing, and trying to fly.
Soon after, Mia died. I realized she was free now, and that she no longer had a broken wing. She was somewhere good. She was having fun, I knew.
I walked back to where I had last seen the woman. She, miraculously, was sitting there again. As if waiting for her butterfly.
"Here," I said, handing her the bottle that was full of little flower petals and Mia's dead body.
"Thank you. I found her in the bottle some time ago, her little broken wing laying next to the bottle," the woman said, taking Mia's coffin. I walked away, feeling tears coming to my eyes. I knew Mia would be okay now, and the woman.




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