I had a Chinese scroll of my grandfather’s framed, and after I unwrapped it at home I was about to throw away these four pieces of cardboard from the corners. Grace asked if she could have them. Sighing, I agreed, thinking of clutter, and of how our house seems to always be filling up with things. That night, when I tucked her in, she showed me what she’d made of the four corners. Peace, love, hope, smile. This is not clutter, it is loveliness, it is my daughter taking someone’s trash and making out of it treasure. Peace, love, hope, smile, indeed.
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