Still in a mist.
No way out yet.
She hit another child 2 days ago...
I (persuade myself) try not to only look into the troubles
but searching ...
beauty in the
for a while.
I extremely love this piece of chip of white paper.
Iza came to me one day last week,
"mama, I made this for you."
"What is it my dear?"
I was thrilled when I got to know the answer.
Except the color, the whole thing was so delicately made and close to the original.
" It is a piece of wood (veneer)."
She added the tape because the whole thing fell apart after all the scratches.