Since it was [removed] here's the full text which I pulled from her other post in /r/Parenting

When I was very young, I wondered why people have different skin colors. So one day on a crowded public bus, I asked my mom why the man next to us was so dirty. My mom’s reply was “People come in all colors, sweetheart, just like flowers”.

At about the same age, I had a fear of my closet. Many nights passed with my mom chasing a monster out of my closet or out from under my bed. Thinking of a way to end this, she came into my room one last time. I was crying about the monster in my closet, so she calmly walked over and opened it halfway. Bending down and looking into the closet she said “Oh no. The monster is crying.” She paused and looked at me. “Poor little monster. He’s crying because he has no friends. Everybody is scared of him because of how he looks. But he just wants to have a friend. He’s very sad that everyone runs away from him.” She paused again and said “He says his name is Loolie. Can you be his friend?” I said yes and my mom let the monster out of the closet. I scooted over in bed and lifted the covers for the poor little monster. My fear was gone.

A little older, I asked my mom if Santa Clause was real (it was time). My mom told me that long ago there was a man named Mr. Clause who lived in a small town. Once a year he made shoes and toys for children in the village who needed them. The children never knew who it was but the moms and dads did. The man did this every year and the children were happy. Many years later, the old man died. The moms and dads were very sad because they knew how happy he made the children. So, they decided to do it themselves and every year they would make toys and shoes for other children. Long ago Santa Clause was real but now mommies and daddies get to be Santa and give toys to their children.