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  • The last time I saw my auntie, she was smiling. It was a normal school day but I didn’t go because I was going to the hospital. My mother, my father, and I stopped in at my grandma’s for a quick visit. The first person I saw when I walked in was my auntie Danielle. She looked at me and smiled--showing her straight white teeth, making her green eyes and red hair have a glow—then walked towards me. She looked as if she was on a mission and it made me nervous. When she got to where I was standing in the doorway she gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

    After asking me about school and how I was doing she asked why I wasn’t in school. I told her that I had to go to the doctor because I felt sick. “Stay in school okay Ferny,” she replied with a smile, “I’m proud of you.” She looked me straight in the eyes and smiled like she was trying to prove her words when it was in her eyes. “We have to go before it gets too late,” my dad said. I said my good-byes and gave everyone a hug, right before I walked out the door I turned around one last time to find her still smiling. She was always one of the happiest people I knew.

    That weekend she died. I always remembered her smile and how happy she was. Most of all I was glad that I got to see her one last time and she told me she was proud. One distinctive thing I remember was that she always loved butterflies.

    That summer I was sitting out on my grandmas’ porch just looking at the tall, bold, green trees. My mind was wondering when all of a sudden I felt a bug land lightly on my foot. I looked down and was surprised to find a black and orange butterfly. So, I put my finger down by the butterfly and it walked onto my finger. I brought it closer to my face to get a better look and for some reason I got a feeling of familiarity. After a few seconds of looking at the butterfly it flew away and I knew that my auntie was still out there somewhere, even though she isn’t here she is still around. Watching and making sure we’re okay.

    As I watched the butterfly fly further and further away I heard the echo of my auntie's voice in my head, "I'm proud of you."
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