Surveying the pile of dishes in the sink, the remains of the baby's breakfast covering the floor, the pile of laundry laying in the hallway, and the hateful color of my kitchen walls, I felt myself wince. I said, "Tell me why you say that sweetie"
She took me by the hand and led me the eat in kitchen. To the back of the cabinets that faces the table. To the wall she has claimed as hers and is allowed to tape whatever project she wants.
"Because of my decorations! Don't you think they make our house the most beautiful in the world?"
"Yes, honey, yes I do"
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