A child’s letter to a butterfly (flash fiction)

Dear Butterfly,

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,
Allen

Writing Prompt: Writing 101: To Whom it May Concern (Assignment No. 13)

When your grandmother forgets you

One day, I revisited a Home for the Aged. I went there every week, doing it for almost 5 months. When I saw one old lady whom I fondly call Lola, I ran straight after her since she might tampo (closest meaning is sulk) that I ignored her since attention matters for elders here because they regard us as their grandchildren (talking about transference).

“Good morning, Lola! Kamusta na? (How are you?)”
“Okay lang. Anong pangalan mo? (I’m okay. What’s your name?)”

*facepalm*