Bruno returned to Mariposa's door early the next morning and knocked. A sleepy Mariposa opened it, rubbing her eyes. "Dad?"

"Morning, Butterfly. May I come in?"

She let her dad in, and they sat on a bench by the koi pond. "I have a gift for you."

"For me?"

"Yes, for you."

He pulled out a notebook and sketchbook. "These are very important items," Bruno said, setting them down, "Not everyone understands what it means to see the future. And sometimes, it can make people angry. That's why I'm giving you these. Whenever you have a vision, write it down or draw it. We can look at what you've put in them before telling anyone else. Together, we can decide who to tell what. But this is very important to remember, Mariposa, never tell someone what you've seen unless we decide together, okay?"

Mariposa looked at what her father had given her. "Do people hate-"

"Never, Butterfly, never. They just don't understand. The future can be scary. But don't stop looking. You were given this gift for a reason."

Mariposa picked up the notebook and wrote: Mariposa Madrigal.

"Now it's mine," she said, smiling at her father.

"It sure is. Now, get ready for breakfast, Abuela will never forgive us if we're late."

"We won't be," said Mariposa, holding up her notebook and winking.

Bruno chuckled and headed for the door. "I'm so proud of you, Little Butterfly."