33 - Butterfly Dream

EROS

Port sat on a picnic cloth with his legs crossed; he distributed sandwiches to the kids forming a straight line. His face was a perfect picture of euphoria.

"Eros," I turned to my left and saw a familiar face. She was wearing a plain white shirt and navy blue skirt with a veil on her head. It was Sister Connie, the pre-school teacher in the orphanage. She was smiling at me as she approached.

"Sister," I greeted, bowing my head.

"God bless you, son," she said, patting my head.

"It's been ages, sister,"

"When was the last time you have visited here?"

"Last year. I think May," I answered shortly. I joined her walking around the field where picnic setups were made.

"Ah, it was Sister Ely's birthday. Blessed her soul,"

I nodded. I finally recalled it was Sister Ely's birthday celebration,