This story is an acceleration of truth from decades of observing loved ones being seduced and transformed by societal norms in their cluster of cocoons.
My biological mother never truly escaped her mind and never really knew how to fly. To me, she is a beautiful soul that can be as mesmerising as a butterfly, but she always acted like a caterpillar and never flew gracefully. She just dropped from one branch to the next and did not understand that she can experience metamorphosis too.
There is another person who I cannot speak of…
Over the years, these women in my life were probably the reason Caterpillar Girl crawled into my subconscious and ate the pages of this screenplay.
Caterpillar Girl reminds me that positive transformation occurs when the worst things in life happen – it’s just a matter of willpower.