I held my foot as I sobbed. “Mommy, will it leave a scar?” “Maybe, but it will remind you never to do that again. Sometimes we have to learn through our scars.” My mom gently cleaned my wound and placed a band-aid on it. I felt instant relief from the hurt. My little...

I threw the piece on the floor. “I counted wrong again,” I said to my mom. “This is so frustrating. Why is it so important to count every stitch?” Mom put her cross-stitch piece down, picked up mine from the floor, and sat beside me. “It takes patience Darlene. You...