I attempted to play with my sister when I was two years old and she was three months old. She received a kiss on the forehead from my child self and the photo taken by our mother created this memory.

Our mother also created a memory where I tossed sand in her eyes that has defined our relationship to this day. Our father insisted that I wanted her to play. Mama insisted not. 

The lesson at the end of chapter 4 and the mother’s storytelling is to think of our mercies. Still finding simple truths in this children's book characters, recognizing blessings is what I am trying to do through my art.