Every year, I see cute butterflies at my window.

Every year, I have hopes that I might catch some. But every time I try to grab one….

The butterfly dies.

Dies in my hands.

But this year was special. I only saw one butterfly at my window. A really pretty butterfly with purple wings.

I didn’t want to grab it because it might get hurt. But the butterfly flied closer.

So I grabbed it.

The purple butterfly was alive.

Alive in my hands.

I am so happy that I have a new friend.

Every day, the butterfly says "hi". While her purple wings shine like a light.

When I see purple I think of this friend.

That’s why I love purple so much.