A Simple Seven Egg Painting on a Plate Changed My Family Forever

had slipped. Through the tear, I could feel something thicker than the canvas, a stiff paper corner that didn’t belong to the painting itself.

But the kitchen phone rang before I could inspect it further.

I set the painting down on the counter and picked up the receiver.

“Mom?” Clara’s voice was hesitant, the sound of her breath heavy through the line.continue reading …