For as long as I can remember, I've loved butterflies for their beauty and what they stood for. I've always wanted to shed my cocoon and become someone else, someone beautiful, graceful.
One of my first memories as a kid was knocking on the back door of my house and when my mom answered, I'd pretend to somehow be an orphan, looking for some kind person to take me in. And I would try to be that different child, with new habits, in the hopes that my parents would somehow think better of me, love me more as this poor homeless kid than they did as their own.
The butterfly was trying to emerge but it never got too far. Somehow, I would slip into my original self and be a bother to my parents.
Hope springs eternal, though!