Butterflies

Chapter 14

Addison's POV

 *Dream/Flashback*

 "Daddy, where are we going?" A curious, five year old girl asked while walking hand-in-hand with her father as she watched her white sandals trod along the green, summer grass.

 "To visit your mother." He replied.

 "Where is she?"

 "Well, she up in Heaven, watching you right now."

 "Can she see me?"

 "I'm certain that she can."

 The girl faced up toward the sky and waved her little hand as the man laughed in delight of his daughter. As they got closer to their destination the little girl was surprised at what they found.

 "Here we are!" The man bent over the gravestone "Hello Alice."

 "Daddy, why is she a stone?" The girl whispered.

 "She's not a stone, she's under the stone."

 "Why is she under the stone?"

 "You'll understand when you’re a bit older, kiddo." The man said, his voice cracking in sadness.

 The little girl walked around the gravestone feeling the edges with her small fingers. She stopped and read aloud what was engraved.

 " 'Like a butterfly, I have flown away from my time but never will I be forgotten by the ones who know my wings.' What does that mean?"

 "It means that even though your mother is gone, she will always be remembered."

 "Do you remember mummy?" She sat down next to the grave and her father sat with her.

 "Ah, I remember her very well."

 "What was she like?"

 "Well, she was beautiful, laughed a lot and made jokes. She was the musical type and that’s where I figured you must have gotten that talent, but you have my mind. My mind in her personality." He paused, thinking over his memories. "She always seemed to be the one person I felt happy and comfortable with. I could talk to her whenever about anything! We mostly talked about our dreams and we'd plan all these sorts if crazy journeys to try and find all these crazy things-."

 "But daddy, you still do that."

 "Yes, I still do that, but you know what?" He locked his electric blue eyes with her big brown eyes.

 "¿Que?" (Spanish for ‘What’)

 "Your mother left me you to continue those journeys in her place." He looked at his watch. "Speaking of which, we leave for Australia tonight." He stood and picked up his daughter. "Say good bye, well see her soon."

 "In the stars?"

 "That's right my little butterfly." He turned once again to the gravestone. "Bye love."

 "Bye mummy."

 And the man walked away with his daughter looking back over his shoulder.

 *Back to reality*

 "Aww they look so cute!"

 "Keep your voice down, we don't want to wake them!"

 "They're still fully clothed, that's good."

 "Shhh, she's stirring."

 I opened my eyes to the sound of familiar voices and looked over to the door to find four faces peeking in on me.