Echoes in Paper

Metamorphosis
It derives from Greek μεταμόρφωσις, "transformation, transforming”;
from μετα- (meta-), "change" + μορφή (morfe) "form".

Please, come and read my tale.
Come and see how I have changed.

I once dreamt of my Mother; in fact there was an endless flood of the same dream over and over again, long years in the past, in which my Mom came to me from the Heaven where she surely rests now and told me that I was going to change. She told me that there was nothing wrong with me, that I could be a caterpillar for not talking, but that all ugly bugs become butterflies eventually. My Mom told my unconscious mind, back in those dreams, that I would become a butterfly myself and fly free into some welcoming arms, some warm and cuddling arms that would also protect me from all evils. And I didn’t believe her until I met Frank…

Disclaimer:
You know I don’t own Frank and Gerard, although the characters are fictitious.
This is not, and fortunately never was, real in any way.
Don’t steal.
This won Second Place a Frerard contest and my prompt was "zoo visit".

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