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

boxes, stacking the novels and reference books in neat rows against the baseboard.

My fingers were dry and grey from the newspaper wrapping, the print rubbing off on my skin.

“We need some tea,” Clara said, rising from the floor with a slight wince.

“The kettle is in the kitchen box,” I said.

She spent five minutes searching through the packing peanuts continue reading …