“Nanna, Nanna, come quickly!” Sylvia, my 5 year old granddaughter, called.
I went outside to discover a beautiful black and yellow butterfly fluttering through our garden, near our lemon tree.
“Please catch it for me,” Sylvia said.
“I wish I could, but Nanna really cannot run or jump today, my legs are very sore.”
She leaned into me, “It’s okay Nanna, maybe next time.”
We watched the butterfly for a few minutes, and then Sylvia merrily carried along, picking up…