A Butterfly Died on My Hand the Other Day

this book is about the rooms we carry inside ourselves long after we have left them. it follows a young man walking through a house built from his memories, meeting the people he loved, lost, and the versions of himself he spent years trying to forget. through childhood, family, love, grief, guilt, and letting go, he begins to understand that not everything we lose is something we were meant to hold forever. somewhere in the house, a butterfly becomes a reminder that love is not possession, and that leaving the past behind does not mean forgetting it.