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"Kira, what do you believe in?”, I asked. “Love!”, Kira laughed, her face as bright as the sunlight.
“What does love look like to you?”, her mum asked.
“Like… hugging!”, Kira said.
“And I believe in Mum and Dad”, she added with a lower voice.
“If Alice was to paint this, what would it look like?”, her mum asked.
“One for Dad and one for Mum, a heart. A green heart and a black heart.”
Her parents smiled. Kira’s favourite colour is sky blue. Her smallest thus symbolises the hug of the hearts in her family, emanating the golden energy of love.
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