For Years I Resented the Homeless Boy My Mother Fed. After Her Funeral, He Revealed the Secret She Had Kept From Me.
The mural became a line of trees with small birds perched among the branches.
The children chose colors that wouldn’t appear together in nature.
One tree was violet, another gold.
I let them make choices, correcting only what affected the safety of the paints or the wall.
A little boy drew a bird with one wing larger than the other and worried aloud that it looked strange.
“It’s your bird,” I said.