🎨 Hello, dear artists!
Children’s tears come fast—sudden as summer rain. A scraped knee, a broken crayon, a toy taken too soon.
They cry with their whole face, without hiding, without shame. Their sadness is loud, honest, fleeting.
Sometimes the tears mean “I’m tired,” or “I need you,” or simply, “I don’t have the words yet.”
And just as quickly as they fall, they dry—wiped away by a hug, a distraction, a soft voice saying, “It’s okay.”
There’s something pure in the way children cry. It reminds us that feeling deeply is nothing to fear.
Ready? It’s a moment just for you. Enjoy it! 🖼️​🖌️
