Mia found a dusty old brush in Grandma’s attic. It whispered, “Tell me what to paint.”

“Paint a butterfly!” she said. The brush glowed and fluttered, and a blue butterfly appeared on the paper.

“Now paint a sunflower!” The brush dipped into sunlight and swept a tall, happy flower onto the page.

Mia laughed and painted a rainbow across the sky. It arched right out the window!

Grandma came in. “You found my brush,” she smiled. “It paints the things we love.”

Mia hugged her and whispered, “Then let’s paint our whole day together.” The brush sparkled with joy.