I stared at my 5 years old form, running after a butterfly. That's the butterfly I caught and kept it with me. I took great care of It. I gave it my full love and attention. But still, It died. I cried so much when it died. That's when my mother told me that somethings need freedom more than affection. I tried to stop my child self to catch it, But it was too late. The butterfly was caught.

I felt dejected for the butterfly and turned away.

I saw my 15 years old self. I was trying to save the injured bird on the window next to my balcony....