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.
Wallet,
check.
Coin
purse, check.
Handkerchief,
check.
Cellphones,
check.
Charger,
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?”
