Still in a mist. No way out yet. She hit another child 2 days ago... again... I (persuade myself) try not to only look into the troubles but searching ... beauty in the lost ... Yes. I escape. At least, 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.