…the rest of her story began to unfold in the sunlight of our home. The kids welcomed her with squeals and hugs, eager to paint and play. Eleanor found new purpose in her art, teaching the children to see the world not just as it is, but how it feels. One day, she shared an old sketchbook—memories captured in watercolor. “You should share these,” I said,
and we made her an Instagram: @EleanorPaintsHope. What started small soon grew. Her art touched hearts across the world. A painting titled Becoming went viral, and a gallery reached out. “They want to show my work,” she said, eyes wide with disbelief. That night at the exhibit, surrounded by her canvases and strangers who felt seen, Eleanor smiled in a way I hadn’t seen in years. She wasn’t invisible anymore. Through her brush, she was finally being heard.
