Daddy’s Little Princess

Three days after my dad’s passing, a green butterfly came into my house, at night. It was on the chair that my dad sat on quite alot. Then my mum told us that chinese people believe that if someone in your family dies, its spirit will come back as a butterfly reincarnation (reminds me of a Jay Chou song called Fa Ru Xue…:p). Well when we heard that we quickly went over to examine the butterfly. It looked rather like a leaf. At that moment all of us were excited and happy. Then again, a week after the butterfly came again but this time it was on the floor, in the middle of all of us (still counted as middle though we were sitting unevenly on sofas). This time it sort of had a ‘bite’ on it, and my mum said that it was definitely my dad because he loves getting in trouble because he was really mischeivious. Once when he was little, he woke up early on his birthday and ate his cake, before anyone else woke up. LOL! So back to my point, we were really happy to see the butterfly. We took pictures of it and stuff. Then yesterday, it was quite late and I was going to put away my artwork that I was really proud of, then I saw this thing on the wall, and I was like what’s that. So I walked closer and saw that it was a green butterfly and looked a little like the one we saw nine months ago. And then, I felt really light and happy, I couldn’t stop smiling. Though when I walked away, I missed him so much I cried. I talked to it a little. Then I wrote my previous post. This morning when I was eating my breakfast, I saw it again on the cupboard. I was so happy that it was still there in my house. Then just while ago, my sister called me to look at something. Guess what it was? Yea! The butterfly! I felt so light and happy when I saw it on the ceiling. I love you, papa, for visiting me!