could hardly breath. Her body was trembling violently so I held her as tightly as I could. Wrapping her in my wings I softly whispered in the ear.
“Hope, I wish I could turn back the hands of time for you but I can’t.” Her crying eased into soft sobs, holding onto my arms with more strength than I thought she had, afraid to let go as if I might vanish.
“Daniel, can I stay tucked in your wings until I turn into a butterfly?”
With a little chuckle, “Why would you want to do that?”
“I feel like a caterpillar, just inching along through life. I want to stay here until I become a beautiful butterfly. I want to feel whole, to be new again, maybe then I could find myself.”
“Hope… I don't think it works that way.”
“I just want to stop feeling confused. I want to find the puzzle pieces of my life.” I prayed for her, it was a soft hum. I just held Hope in my arms. She was quiet for a long time. The only sounds were the waves gently breaking, and my prayer.
“Daniel, what are you singing? It’s beautiful. Did you know your voice always makes me feel peaceful and calm.”
“It's not a song, it's a prayer. We send prayers to heaven as songs. Music, from the beginning of time.”
“What kind of prayers?” She sounded so guilty.
“A prayer, hoping you’ll find peace and contentment.” I watched as Hope’s smile turned into a pout.
“Or turn into a butterfly?” Her words were soft and delicate.
“I think you might get the peace and contentment before you’ll become a butterfly.”
“Can I have wings too?” Her voice pleaded.
“I don't think that will happen.”
“One can always wish.” her voice barely audible.
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