The daily ritual. My sister’s little body runs by me as fast as any child who is on a sugar craze. Ignoring everyone in her path and the loud noises of our family, she picks up my mother’s pink, sparkly...

Lying bored in her bedroom, she turns the volume down and picks the paintbrush up. After mindless hours of staring at a TV screen, she’s fed up with the lack of creativity. Being grounded, options for...

The paint brush glides across the small crevices of her artwork as she adds every detail possible. Her imagination soars as she interprets someone else’s idea, an idea she turns into a masterpiece. Junior...