Astrid's POV
“Mommy, mommy!” I caught a butterfly and wanted to show it to my mom.
I loved to see them fly, I always imagined it was me, completely and utterly free.
I hate my village. They don’t like us, not one bit, but they treat us fairly because we are strong.
“A butterfly, and it is quite unique, you see,” my mom pointed out.
I looked at the butterfly on my index finger. I didn’t see anything different about her.
“It looks the same to me,” I mumbled as I puffed my cheeks.
What was my mom talking about? I wondered.
My mom chuckled as she extended her finger to call for the butterfly. “Look,” she said as the small insect fluttered its wings. You have red on one side and blue on the other. This is indeed a unique butterfly. They are not like that.”
I tilted my head. I’ve
