I strike gold. The color of the dragon has changed.
“Mom, it’s the flashlight from outside, which makes the painting look different.” The little one contributes his two cents.
“A blue dragon denotes laziness. A golden one is wise and forgiving.”
“Well, then … whom will you forgive?” I like the twinkle in his ten-year old eyes.
“Myself …. for being a disciplinarian, and ….”
The dragon is blue again. I know my husband is lazy, and my son naughty. I don’t like dragons anyway. Fred is so stubborn about keeping this picture on the wall.
Life will go on…
Reena Saxena 
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