#Chapter 225: Good Bad Ugly

Iris “That’s beautiful, Mia,” I say, crouching down beside a small girl with pigtails who’s painting what appears to be a purple cat with wings. “Is that a flying cat?” She giggles and shakes her head. “It’s my cat if she was a dragon. Her name is Mittens.” “Well, dragon-Mittens looks very fierce,” I tell her with a smile. “I love the purple scales.” Mia beams at me, and I move on to the next child. Today’s class has been particularly lively, with fifteen children from various backgrounds in attendance. Some are from the local orphanage, others from underprivileged schools across Ordan. None of them would have access to art supplies like these without our program. It’s the most rewarding work I’ve ever done, and today I’m feeling especially proud as I watch them create their masterpieces. “Everyone, we have about ten minutes left,” I announce to the class. “If you want to finish up your paintings, now’s the time!” The children quickly make thei