Mom might die any day, that's why I can't say anything. She has been dying for years. So when she painted a picture of me in which I looked fat, gross and stupid, all the while raving about how beautiful and spiritual I looked in the portrait, the best I could do was dump the thing, together with her hatred for me, and when asked, I tell her of course I still have it.
I mean what do you do when someone tells you how beautiful you are and shows you that they think it is a lie?
Grandma has Alzheimer's, so she more or less gets away with things. Mom did a portrait of her, too, a watercolor. One day Grandma dumped her spaghetti plate, with sauce, on the portrait, which couldn't be restored to its original official beauty afterwards.
So of course Mom holds a grudge, though no one can tell exactly where and when it started.
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This was published in the former online magazine Nimble in 2009.