By Kerri McCourt
The reusable paint kit promises hours of entertainment, but I worry it’s too simple or childish.
It isn’t. Mom loves it.
She glides a wet paintbrush across a blank sheet of paper and ‘paints.’ Colour begins to appear. Her face lights up.
With an easy stroke of a water-dipped brush, the page transforms.
“It’s like magic,” she says. Sunsets and butterflies materialize as if by sleight of hand.
Afterward, she sets down her completed page.
What once was is no longer.
Vibrancy and liveliness fade.
Mom dips the brush again, to leave her mark, unaware of how much she already has.
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Well written. Carefully crafted.
This one reached me with its tenderness, the joy an older person can find as they return to a more childlike place, and perhaps forget the world they knew.
Beautifully written snapshot of a tender moment. So much is said here. Really enjoyed this!
Poignant, beautiful story!
Tender and emotional
That was a thought-provoking, meaningful conclusion.