I returned for the portrait. Not the gaudy, half-finished one of Mother that the tabloids called “The Crying Canvas.” No. The small one. The one she painted of me at seven, before the madness took her palette.
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My palm was stained with cadmium red.
I don’t remember her smiling.
Layer three: Inheritance isn’t about solving Mother’s mystery. It’s about becoming her. I returned for the portrait
She was smiling.