After a few strokes, Katie would look up and contemplate something. The wind blew off the flowers, and a few butterflies chasing the flowers' fragrance, perched on her hair, her skirt, and on the swing.
He could only see her side face, but this triggered a memory buried in his heart for a long time.
In a trance, Nate seemed to see it again. Regardless of her fever, the little girl secretly brought a box full of Band-Aids, antipyretics, snacks, and toys in her small backpack. She looked around, trying not to expose her whereabouts to bad guys, and she lightened her pace and came to Nate on tiptoe.
But as soon as she saw the butterflies flying among the flowers and plants all over the mountains, she had a lot of fun chasing the butterflies, trying to catch one. But she fell because she wa
