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

with her fingers, her nails turning black with the rich, dark soil.

“He looked smaller through the window,” she said. “Just a man sitting at a desk with boxes.”

“He chose his path thirty years ago, Clara,” I said.

“I know,” she said. “It is just strange to think of the office being empty.”

We worked in silence for ten minutes, our fingers moving through continue reading …