The Transition

A little boy found a caterpillar. He picked it up gently, marveled at it. He put it gently in a bush.

Everyday the little boy would return to the little green bush to visit the caterpillar.

Then, one day, he saw that the caterpillar was changing.

It had built a chrysalis.

The little boy continued to watch over the chrysalis. He protected it from harm.

One day, he found the chrysalis had broken and then he found the beautiful, brilliant butterfly waiting nearby. He looked at the butterfly and it gently fluttered once, twice, and then spread its wings to fly away.

A nurse took care of patients.

Everyday, he would come to visit the elderly woman. He would care for the woman, feed her, bathe her, provide for her needs.

He came back day after day to watch over and protect the little old woman.

Until one day, he came to her room to find she was not well. He still nursed her and looked after her.

She moved less and stayed to her bed. He watched her carefully and attended to her needs.

Then, one day he saw that she had passed. He sat by her bed quietly and attended to her one last time.

But like the brilliant, beautiful butterfly, she now spread her angel wings to fly gently away.

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