Dear Butterfly Man,
I hope you are alive and well.
You changed my life in more ways than one.
I think of you often… on my children’s birthdays… when thanking God for my husband and family and the life I live now… but most of all I think of you when I see butterflies.
Do you remember me yet?
I was one of four children you were going to adopt. A four or five year old redhead with unruly curls and crooked teeth. I adored you.
I don’t remember your name, or what you look like. I only remember that you made me feel safe. Loved. I’d never been happier in my short life.
Then came the butterfly. It was a blue morpho butterfly, and the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
The dog attacked it, and I screamed.
You came running. My heart swelled with love. My hero! My valiant rescuer!
You pulled the dog away…
and then you crushed the butterfly.
My heart broke. You were no hero! You were a butterfly killer! An extinguisher of light! Evil!
I know now you were putting the butterfly out of its misery.
I remember how torn it was, and I know it would have died a slow and painful death.
I’m sorry for not understanding.
I’m sorry for gathering my sisters and tearing your house apart until your poor wife called social services, sobbing, and asked them to come and take us away.
I hope you adopted other children.
I hope you know what was going on in my head.
I truly believe things happen as they are meant to, even the dark times when we can barely remember the light.
I hope you have joy and love and peace.
I’ll never forget you.
This is what I would say to him if I had any clue who he was.