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

glaring at a sculpture.”

“It looks like a melted toaster.”

She almost smiled.

That was the most we had managed in months.

I hadn’t heard Lily’s laugh in three years and two months. I knew the exact time because grief had made me strange with numbers. I counted days. Weeks. Missed birthdays. Missed school years. The age she should have been.

So I went because continue reading …