To Catch a Firefly

Papa is smiling when he steps back. He smiles a lot at Daddy. I think that might be love.

Before Daddy can turn off the lights, I look up at the fireflies. He told me once that they’re Papa. That Papa is bright and beautiful and he was born with wings, which is why he flies away every few months. I asked if that makes him sad, but Daddy said no. Because Papa always flies home to us.

“You never did tell me the story behind this. The two blue boutonnieres. Your big romance. What happened that day at prom?”