Later after a few more moments of mockery, we got up from our feet to ready the fishing rod that we brought with us. Gee picked up the can containing our bait and the empty bucket, which would hold the fishes that we've got and caught. Right after stabilizing and placing the fishing rod and the temptation, Ulysses and I leaned quietly on the opposite side of the boat. We were preparing ourselves to have a good catch tonight.
Geselle and I crouched side-by-side after throwing the nylon fishing rod into the peaceful water of the sea. She even sang a children's song as she closes her eyes and leaned on my shoulder.
“Butterfly, butterfly flutter around.” it was just a soft and weak hymn, but it brings me back to my stray, abandoned old days in the forest. To the day that I've met her again a
