She pulls the paper plate from her backpack. Strung with yarn, feathers and beads, enlivened with oil pastel - how did they know she needed a dream catcher?
"Wow! Look at this! Can I hang it up?" I look toward the kitchen wall; is there space for this work of art?
"No. No. Mom - you don't understand. It has to go to Dad's house to keep away bad dreams."