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

part of who I was. She called me Supernova when I felt small. She made me brave before I knew how to be.”

Elaine whispered, “Nova, stop.”

Andrea stepped in front of her.

“Let her finish.”

Nova wiped her cheeks.

“Some people wanted me to stop saying Lily’s name because it made them uncomfortable. But grief isn’t bad manners. I painted her because loving continue reading …