A Painting at the Gallery Looked Exactly Like My Daughter – But When I Met the Artist, I Couldn’t Believe My Eyes

to me.

Pink marker covered the edges. Crooked stars sat in the corners.

Supernova, come to my birthday or I’ll be offended forever. Love, Lily.

My hands shook.

“This was Lily’s last birthday.”

Nova nodded. “I never came.”

I remembered Lily sitting by the window that day, wearing a paper crown.

“Maybe Nova’s busy,” I had told her.

Lily had shrugged too hard.continue reading …