"See that Molly?" I ask as I point to the sky. "What is it Ember?" "It's a monarch butterfly," I say as the butterfly lands on a flower in front of us. "Now don't move," I whisper, "or it'll fly away." The butterfly flies up and lands on Molly's shoulder. Molly turns her head slowly and looks at it. They really are beautiful creatures. I think as I watch a few more land in the field in front of us. The butterfly on Molly's shoulder flies off and joins its friends. "Ember?" Molly asks as she looks at the butterflies, "Can we come here again?" I ponder for a few minutes before I reply to her. "Maybe when we're safe again." "When will that be?" "I don't know," I say as I look up and see a swarm of butterflies coming. I look down and see her crying. "It's okay Molly," I say as I pick her up. "No it's not," she says as she wipes tears off her face. "Yes it is. Now, I want you to always remember something, okay?" "Okay." "If you see butterflies, follow them. Because where ever they are, it's safe."