Mariposa's Briefcase: A Story of Fairness and Love, page 7 of 20

Back home, Luis set up his laptop at the kitchen table while Luisito spread out his colored pencils right beside him. "Dad, are you working or coloring?" Luisito giggled, watching his father type with one hand and hold a crayon for him with the other. "Both," Luis laughed. "That's called being a dad."