and this butterfly collection, we bought it.

In my creative writing class, we have to write on our journal everyday! In the end of the month, the lecture will collect our journal and give her comments.
One day, she gave her students three words. That was tombstone, first kiss and a butterfly collection. we had to compose the words to be a story. Then, I wrote my story like this.

I went to the chair where I usually sat on. I didn't know exactly the reason why I went to this chair. However, it was okay as long as I still held this butterfly collection. I know that this butterfly collection had it's own story.

At this time I could look a tombstone in front of me. the black tombstone and the dark cloud above me drew my feeling.

"Caca, it was the name on the tombstone. I knew her, She was my first kiss. And this butterfly collection, we bought it. :-(