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

“Ma’am, please don’t touch the artwork.”

I didn’t stop.

The girl in the portrait wore Lily’s yellow sweater. Her hair was tucked behind one ear the way Lily always wore it when she was concentrating. She had Lily’s amber eyes, Lily’s almost-smile, Lily’s little strawberry-shaped birthmark under her jaw — the one I used to kiss when she was small and continue reading …