Mother butterfly

I begun my relationship with a brown butterfly when my mother died. On the first night of the wake, out of my misery I terribly asked her to show herself again to me while I was lying in bed at home. It was some kind of feeling that I was thinking she might still be around for some hours and was looking at us. On my pillow was a big close up picture of her which I hugged while closing my eyes and talking to her. Then suddenly out of nowhere a brown butterfly appeared in my room. The window and door was closed and I was wondering where it could come from. It is a brown butterfly and it keeps flying around me. Suddenly, I thought it was my mother who's trying to calm me down. I have seen the same butterfly everyday until the day we buried her. A brown butterfly became a symbolic memory of my mother especially when I needed to talk to her or when something was wrong with my father or everytime I dreamt of her, and or whenever I have problems or I am in trouble-it never failed to appear.........