When I saw my room redecorated with my favorite—and expensive—paint, the word compassion was not on my vocabulary. Yet, when I saw you covered in paint and excitedly mom how you were painting just like your older sister was—and the same materials—I told mom it was my fault for leaving my paints where your little hands could reach, which honestly who could have known that you could reach upon a tall desk and open “child safe” caps. It is true you have made my life very messy, but you have made it also very colorful (literally).


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