“Aren’t these wonderful? Wow!” Her daughter bends over to examine the paintings in awe.
She says nothing. The truth is, she’s miserable. What am I doing here? She keeps asking herself. Why is my daughter so interested in this stuff. She’s not an artist. She can’t draw to save her life.
She’s trying to spend time with you, you idiot. Another voice speaks in her mind. Smile, don’t be a sour-puss.
Reluctantly, she forces the corner of her lips to curl upward as she follows her daughter to the man at the table. She’s so fascinated by this stuff, why?
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This is Another Story 
Art is in the eye of the beholder, so they say. The mother is having trouble connecting with her daughter–what a shame.
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I was channeling my mother on this one and I know that’s exactly how she’d feel at this event.
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Sometimes a growing child can surprise us with their different tastes and interests. Sounds like that is what’s happening here. I hope the mother can celebrate their differences and enjoy them.
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I hope, too, these characters gets a better ending. I’m still waiting on my own mother to do that with me.
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I recognize this. Well done and exactly right.
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Thanks. 🙂
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One person’s art is another person’s confusion?
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That poor mom has a strong practical streak, which is not a bad thing, but it needs to be balanced with the joy of either creating or appreciating beauty.
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Agreed.
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