It's a Gift
Sometimes your child will decide to make you a gift. Once in a blue moon it’ll go really well. The other times? Well, you’ve seen the ants carry off the Fruit Loop necklaces. In just three years I’ve built up a decent collection of handmade gifts. Some of them are beautiful paintings. Others are a single green line on a paper, which I am instructed to “take to work and show your friends.” But there are a few gifts that really stand out. . . .
The portrait. Oh that’s right. It’s ME. At first I was pretty insulted, but then I thought about how Sally usually sees me: staring down at her, with flat hair, my head ready to explode from frustration, wondering when exactly I went crazy . . .
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Summer Embee, http://summermb.wordpress.com