The yellow work light from the wall shone through the paper and made the crayon colors glow from behind.

Red, yellow, green, and blue stood out bold against the clear plastic wall.

“She’s breathing so much better today, Mom,” Elena said softly, stepping back to check the edge of the tape with her thumb.

I looked at the four little figures drawn under the rainbow.

None of them looked like my mother, and none of them looked like Melissa.

There were just the four of us, drawn in heavy lines that wouldn’t rub off.