willbrummett
What started as an activity ended in misfortune. The splattered paint on her hands was only a mere symbol of the broken glass before her. With tears in hand, her mother picked her up, gave her a brush, and let her pain again.
Her hands were painted with the blood of her brothers, the result of an unfortunate event due to misnavigation. Never again did the moon look so sad as what started as a fun play day ended as a day of unforgettable sadness. One crossed border resulted in two ended lives. The girl's paint was dry.