Hiya, kiddo.

I was just writing you a letter.

It started like this …

You have the right to daydream.
You have the right to change your mind.
You have the right to try some of this thing
and some of that thing
and even some of that other thing way over there.
You have the right to …

When suddenly a butterfly fluttered by

and landed on the next page.

Butterfly

I like butterflies.

They travel from

here

to

there

but

always

                                                             get

where

they

need

to

go.