One Day

ooc: Inspired by this

Spring time was a time that the fifteen year old loved more than any other. How his father and mothers gardens would come to life. How the birds would return from their Winter vacations, singing in the absolute joy of being home again.

Jack Maple, braces on his teeth, grinned every time he saw them but the one thing he loved more than anything else was the catterpillars. How the little bugs would make their way into his parents garden in some way or another. He knew they were bad for the garden, eating the leaves, but he couldn’t help it.

Sometimes he would collect them, giving them leaves to eat, and watch them as they would slowly grow, getting fatter, until they would vanish into their cocoons.

Though… every time it came to let them go as butterflies, the young man felt some sadness. He would take the jars he kept them in outside, screw the lid open and watch as the colorful insects would take to the skies. Jack watched them. He had watched them turn from slow, simple bugs into beautiful creatures that deserved to be marveled at time and time again.

He wondered, sometimes, if one day he could become so impressive.

Maybe one day.