Sometime in April, 2020

A friend on Facebook posts a link saying, “Don’t forget to order your butterfly kits!” I’m, like, “Thanks for the reminder!” even though I’ve never heard of this before. I click on the link.

April or May, 2020

I call my mom and tell her about the butterfly kit. She says, “Are you sure that you’ll be okay? You’re not still too traumatized by what happened when you were little?” I assure her that things will be different this time because I know for sure that these are definitely butterflies.

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