by Yael Morad13 Apr 2020
Their father passed away a week ago. They were preparing to finish the "Shivaa" and leave for the cemetery. The three sisters slept together for a whole week on mattresses in the same room at their parents' house. As they tidied the room and folded the cushions, a big white butterfly flew into the room and approached the elder sister. He stood on her palm for a few seconds and flew to the middle sister, then stood on her shoulder, and finally, it flew to the little one and lingered for a while. Finally, he flew around the room and went out of the window. They knew at that moment that their father's soul had come to separate from them before they were leaving for the cemetery.