As I was drawing this tree outside my apartment, a three-year-old girl came to look at what I was doing. Excited, she ran up the steps to her apartment. A few minutes later, she appeared again—this time with a box of crayons and paper. We sat and drew together while she told me stories. It was our happy place.
Story and artwork by Pi Luna
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