It is 3 am and I am quoting Nietzsche. I am so weary of not being able to sleep. The rest of my family is sleeping so quietly. I stayed in bed listening to the rhythm of their breathing and finally got up.
Monday night Mikaela noticed that our chrysalis had turned black. The next morning we could see the orange color of the wings showing through. An hour later the monarch emerged, wet and crumbled. Over the next few hours we watched as its wings slowly expanded and dried. We released him on a butterfly bush near where we found him.
The two black dots on the lower wings tell us it is a male.
Really, how did that butterfly make its transformation? How did four inch wings unfold out of a one inch chrysalis?
I have the flu and everything hurts. Somehow it feels fitting to have my body hurt as much as my heart hurts. Last Sunday our agency called and told us to cancel our plane tickets. Although Yaebsira is legally our daughter, there are more complications and I do not know if I will ever see her again. I can’t believe I am having to write this. If any one told me a year ago what I would be facing this year, I would have said there is no way I could handle all that. What doesn’t kill us makes us stronger.
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