On the next morning, I saw the butterfly on the ceiling. It was still in our house! At first, we were happy to have thought this butterfly would bring us luck for its color is brown. And as the old belief goes, brown butterflies signify wealth. What a good life it would have been, if the old belief has come true. However, we just enjoyed seeing the creature flying to and fro our house.
"Butterfly.. butterfly!" as my older son kept on shouting. He was so amazed with it. I could see the happiness in his eyes. While my little daughter was very innocent about it. She would just smile, sigh, and utter a little laughter.
On the same night, the butterfly wasn't there anymore. I was just shocked knowing that it was on my back. My sister-in-law and my husband was surprised. They wondered why it kept on following me. By that time, I was carrying my little daughter again.
There was this little anxiety in me about this butterfly. It was days already with its presence. Whenever we will go to our bedroom, it goes there too. I felt that there's something with this butterfly.
Then I came to realize that sometimes, souls of the persons whom you love will reincarnate into another form of creature. It could be my tatay, my biological father, or my mama, my aunt who somehow became my mother. Maybe they just wanted to be with me or with my family. Much more than that, maybe they wanted to cuddle Baby Shy. For they didn't see her. They haven't felt what it is like to have a grandaughter like Shy.
Now, its Sept. 9, 2010 and believe it or not, the butterfly is still there. Everytime Baby Shy would cry, it would fly nearer to her. I really don't know what to conclude about this situation. But whatever it is, I just want to thank Tatay and Mama for watching over me, over us, and most of all watching Baby Shy.
From now on, I will name it as Shy's Butterfly.
May tatay and mama finds consolation in God's peace.
