And every time she saw him, she felt butterflies fluttering inside.
His Dad didn’t mind observing his son’s shoes moving around from limb to limb and suddenly disappearing above him, in the heights of the pine tree.
On the other hand, his Mom was constantly searching for her son, with butterflies fluttering in her stomach,
particularly when chanced to notice that he had climbed so high and was not visible anymore from where she sat on the ground.
