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Her butterfly wings
Her butterfly wings
Fifteen springs back, when I was six years old, my younger sister Harriet was born. I remember that she looked like a doll with her little pink cheeks and her curly brown hair, but the most special thing about her was that she was born with two yellow butterfly wings in her back. The doctors couldn't explain to my parents how or why she had them. They affirmed that it was possible to take the wings out of her body, nevertheless it could be dangerous for her health. After a few days, my parents comprehended that Harriet was comfortable with them and there was no need to change her, so her yellow butterfly wings stayed with her since then.
As she grew up, her wings grew with her. They were magnificent and everybody in our neighborhood knew it. But they didn't comprehend her and they thought she was weird. My parents worried that someday somebody could hurt her feelings so they decided to hide Harriet thinking she would be safer.
Then Harriet became a teenager and she got curious about the outside, but my parents never let her go out. Days later my sister told me she was planning to escape and wanted me to join her. I tried to convince her that it was not a good idea, but she insisted that she felt like she had been jailed and just wanted to be free. So I decided to help her, but I didn't go with her. In this way it would be less suspicious for our parents. But I made her promise me to come back soon. She hugged me and made the promise.
Harriet went out on a spring night, some days passed and she never came back. I worried as well as my parents. We sought her for days but we didn't find her. Until a month passed and my sister arrived looking pale and without her wings. We all got scared, we wanted to know what happened to her. But she was traumatized and couldn’t speak.
One night I heard Harriet screaming. We shared a room so I stood by her bed soon enough and woke her up. She wide open her eyes, breathing fast, then she tried to touch her back, where her wings were. She started to cry and I hugged her until she calmed. I suggested her to talk about it so she would feel better. I made her a tea, then she told me everything.
It was midnight when she was walking in a kind of forest near our house. She wasn't afraid until she heard some steps near her. She wanted to fly away but then she noticed that it was a guy. He looked cute even though there was not enough light. They started talking and she confessed to him that she hadn't have a place to stay, he offered his little house in the middle of the forest. She thought it was fine, he seemed nice. When Harriet entered inside his house, she noticed he had a lot of drawings of bees, dragonflies and butterflies. He explained to her he loved insects who had wings. But he never has seen a beautiful girl with butterfly wings and he wanted her to stay with him for a while. He convinced her treating her like a princess. This guy gave her flowers, dedicated poems and inviting her to meet new places. In that way she instantly fell in love. Until one day he gave her a kiss in her lips and asked her if she loved him. She said yes, but he wanted a prove. So… he asked her to give him her wings. She didn’t want it, but neither wanted to let him think she didn’t love him. So, she let him keep her wings. When he obtained what he wanted, he started to treat her like she was nothing important. Then she decided to come back home. She didn't tell me but I noticed she was heartbroken and felt incomplete without her wings.
The next day I told my parents about what my sister suffered and we tried to find a solution to make her happy again. We decided to build her a pair of artificial butterfly wings. After a while, she started to recuperate and miraculously her wings grew again. Since those days she learned that people who really loves you accepts you as you are and they won’t demand any prove about your love.
