Wishing She Were a House

Sam shows me a picture she drew.

Me: “Are those houses?”

Sam: “Yes, but they’re falling down.”

Me: “And that’s a tree?”

Sam: “It has blackberries on it. And it’s falling down too!”

Me: “And is that little girl thinking about something? A house?”

Sam: “She’s wishing she were a house. This is a picture of Haiti, Mom.”

I really didn’t know what to say. The girl gets a lot more than I give her credit for.