It was a typical Monday morning.
It’s one of those Mondays that you would literally drag yourself out of bed to go to work. He blamed the long weekend for this.
He mustered all his strength to make his half asleep body to move and prep up.
He rode a tricycle, and once inside, he opened his bag to check if everything is there.
Coin purse, check.
While rummaging through the other stuff inside his bag, his peripheral view caught a glimpse of something pretty...
For some reason, a butterfly decided to accompany him on his tricycle ride.
Then he thought, “what is it with me and butterflies?”