It had been 6 years. Six years since your ex husband had passed from a car crash.

When you found out the news , you were devastated, heartbroken, Engulfed with sadness and rage. His whole family blamed you for his passing, you blamed yourself too. If only you had not told him to do that daredevil stunt with his new car, if only if you could of kept your mouth shut. But you couldn't, and you can't, and this was this natural consequence of that, your consequence. And like an human being, you forced yourself to move on. You got everything that makes a girl a woman, you got a husband, you made two children who are 5 years old, Johnson and Lilly . You got a job, and a house. But yet you still felt empty.

It was nighttime when you were sitting alone outside, your husband was in the kitchen cooking and your two kids were playing in the living room. While you say alone in silence with a ton of bright vibrate blue monarch butterflies glowing in the dark while they flew around the yard.