I took a deep breath, this would be a long-winded story but it was well worth it. "There was once a woman name Marilyn who's husband Jack, was in the Romanian military. It was back duri g the firs of the World's War when Romania needed all the help they could get. One day, Jack got a letter saying that he was to be called to active duty. " I paused and glanced down at Isabel, just to make sure I wasn't boring her. "Marilyn cried and cried, worried for her husbands safety but Jack pulled her into his arms and whispered one final promise to her before he left. He said, "Don't you worry about me. I'll write you letters every day and when you see a butterfly you will know that I'm okay and am doing alright"." I shrugged, and looked down at her. "Butterflies are pretty rare here. But anyways, Marilyn waited day after day for Jack to come home and prayed for the day a letter would come. Weeks, then years went by without a word from Jack. Then, on the day that Jack was supposed to come home Marilyn sat on a baren rock, crying because she was sure that Jack was dead. But then a white butterfly fluttered by her and landed on her shoulder. Marilyn could not believe it. " I smiled and shook my head "And then who comes walking up? Jack! He had survived the war. Marilyn most committed suicide that day, but the butterfly saved her life. And now it's sort of our national symbol of hope. " I licked my lips and swallowed. Phew! That had been a lot of talking! We reached the base if a weeping willow and I stopped, turning to face Isabel I wanted to see her reaction to the story.
Love is Louder than the Pressure to be Perfect.