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

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The room was quiet, save for the hum of the old refrigerator in the corner.

I ate slowly, watching the shadows stretch across the linoleum floor.

The telephone on the wall remained silent, its black plastic cradle empty of messages.

I did not expect anyone to call tonight, and for the first time in months, that thought continue reading …