Origins of the Butterfly

The Newborn

It was a cold night and the moon was bright in the starlight sky over beautiful england. You could hear the faint cry of a woman about to bring a new life into the dim world...."AAAAAAHHHH! I CAN'T DO IT IT HURTS!" The mother to be was only 18 years old...she was very young and pale with blonde hair down to her knees. Inside the cot where she lay was only a table decorated with a lit candle and a bowl with a soaked wash cloth. "Madeleine calm down I see a head" the man took the cloth and wiped his wife's head gently as she pushed furrowing her brow at the pain trying her hardest to push the little body. The man who was about two years older than her pulled the child out as it whined for air.The child was a girl. Breathing heavily Madeleine spoke, "Willard, what shall we name her?" As he washed the residue of the newborn girl he pointed the question and came out with the name, "Louisa Borris Cheshire" smiling happily young Madeleine agreed to the name as Willard handed the child over to her all bundled up in a brown stained blanket with frayed at the edges. Madeleine Cradled her and said quietly, "it's a lovely name"