Chapter 31 A Butterfly

• ROSALINDA.
• The morning sun emitted a gentle warmth. The temperature was just right—neither too hot nor too cold—creating perfect weather.
• Papà and I were seated on the porch, enjoying the tranquilly of the atmosphere. He immersed himself in a magazine while I scrolled through social media on my phone. At that moment, my mind was clear, and I wasn’t thinking about anything bothersome like I always did—well, not until my father suddenly broke the silence.