A real gift can be made with children. In memory of my father

This is a unique post because of my personal involvement.

When I was a little girl, I remember that I would notice subtle knocks from the other room, and my father, who unfortunately is no longer by my side, beats tiny nails into a painted or wallpapered wooden board along a paper template. The metal nails, carefully arranged into shapes, are connected by a colorful thread, creating a wonderful web, as if trying to portray the intricacies of a lovingly soaked life, creating a beautiful memory of the attention with which we should turn to each other!…. The creations became a gift.

From what I'll show below, it could be a wonderful Mother's Day! 

(In memory of my father …)