My father used to allow me to paint all over the cabinets and walls in our home. And I loved it, experimenting with all sorts of crazy colours and designs, and it made the space seem so much more dear and personal to me.
My foster parents don't quite see the point of that sort of thing though, I'm afraid. The walls in my room are bare white, and my foster mother insists thinks it best that they be kept that way.
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My father used to allow me to paint all over the cabinets and walls in our home. And I loved it, experimenting with all sorts of crazy colours and designs, and it made the space seem so much more dear and personal to me.
My foster parents don't quite see the point of that sort of thing though, I'm afraid. The walls in my room are bare white, and my foster mother
insiststhinks it best that they be kept that way.