My dad always dismissed my mom’s painting, believing she was only fit for cooking and cleaning. After their divorce, I visited her new home—and what I found took my breath away. Growing up, our house was filled with the smell of paints and turpentine. Mom, Florence, created beauty constantly, while Dad constantly berated her. Arguments…
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