When my grandmother died, I learned something new from my friends:
When a moth or a butterfly enters a house, a dearly departed visits.
From now on, I will not catch nor kill you whenever you come inside our home.
I would confess something I’m not too proud to admit.
Last year, I caught plenty of our relatives;
I thought they were Pokémons.
I’m so sorry, I didn’t know yet.
I hope you’ll forgive me.
Your little brother,
Writing Prompt: Writing 101: To Whom it May Concern (Assignment No. 13)
That is really cute! Loved it.
Glad you liked it. 🙂