Lorelei, a rosy-cheeked child, skipped down the street with her tiny fingers wrapped around a shiny piggy bank. She had her eyes set on a sweet scone at Mrs. Quibbler’s boulangerie. Along the way, Lorelei was distracted by a butterfly, her father’s favorite insect. As tears filled her eyes at the thought of him off at war, she tripped on a crack in the sidewalk. Her piggy bank flew from her grasp and shattered into hundreds of shards. She gasped when she saw that a shard had cut the butterfly’s delicate wing. Her heart hurt at the thought of the butterfly, her father, and the scone she would never get. As she collected what remained of her coins, a sorrowful voice in front of her said, “It’s a good thing I got two.” A familiar hand held a blueberry scone before her face. She looked up into the eyes of her father. But it wasn’t her father, rather her grown brother who closely resembled him. In his other hand, the brother held a small yellow telegram with “Western Union” printed across the top.