By Lindsay Hughes, MLA '08
The group had just finished painting a mural of animals on the wall of My Father's House, a home to children with physical and cognitive disabilities.
A little boy came out of his room to observe the new artwork, scooting his wheelchair with one foot because the other was of no use.
"All the artists were gone, but a few of us were able to witness him sitting there in awe of a new world, an escape he was experiencing," recalled Carolina Dominguez '13. "He wiped his hand over the mural and smiled."