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It was a strange spring, a spring of joy and sorrow. At school, Jacob was having the greatest time. His class arranged a butterfly exhibition. The butterflies everyone had made were placed on a window seat, and the windowpanes were decorated with paper flowers. Jacob had made a peacock butterfly, which had big colorful spots on its wings. They looked like eyes. “You can’t see with those eyes, but they are so pretty!” Jacob told his friends all about the markings on the wing. “The teacher has promised that I can take my butterfly to my sister <strong>Pearl</strong> at the hospice. I can’t wait to show it to her!” Af ter the winter, nature awakened to new life, but Jacob’s family was getting ready to say good-bye to little <strong>Pearl</strong>. Mom or Dad went to the hospice every day to be by her side. On some days, Jacob went along to visit <strong>Pearl</strong> with his parents and Grandma. 16