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

the brass latch and opened the door to find Clara standing on the porch.

She was holding my blue foam kneeling pad under her arm.

“You left this in the trunk of my car,” she said, holding it out to me.

“I did not realize I had forgotten it,” I said, stepping aside to let her into the warm kitchen.

She set the pad on the utility shelf continue reading …