Butterfly In The Wind

Laura speaking:
Some might say mine was an ordinary life. It may sound like any other until I tell about my parents, Rebecca and George Stewart. Theirs was a love story carved in God’s predetermined will. Time and space could not deter them. My birth and Rebecca’s breakdown did not dull Father’s unconditional love.

Rebecca wrote in her diary, “What is life? Sometimes so tangible and clear, other times it is like a butterfly. I go to catch it and the wind blows it away. I know it’s there, just beyond my grasp. I desperately reach out, but it is gone.”

Father, an architect, built this house for Rebecca shortly before their wedding. They lived and loved and gave birth to me here. Who could have known of the pain and trial ahead? I can feel so much of my father in these beautiful rooms, perhaps because he put so much of his love into this house.

Marissa, my stepmother, let me believe I caused that great disaster in their lives, but her dying confession led me to the truth.

When the disaster happened-after they took Rebecca away-Father had little left.

Except for me