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I’d caught a cabbage butterfly and loved it so much that I wanted it to be available for me the next day. That evening I carefully trapped it between the white sieve and the green pail and hid the makeshift cage in a safe corner of your Belleville backyard. Unfortunately, the dew from the following morning was not agreeable with the butterfly’s delicate wings and I remember discovering its death with Dad that day.

Nothing is ever ours forever.
Happy birthday on what would have been your 102nd, Grandma.