My Neighbor Painted over the Mural My Husband Made for Our Daughter and Me – I Made Sure She Regretted It

Her backpack slipped from her shoulder. “Mom?”

I went to her, but she walked past me toward the fence.

The question was so small it broke me.

Emma reached toward the mural, then pulled her hand back before touching the wet paint.

I had no answer that would make sense.

“She was wrong,” I said. “And I’m continue reading …