The Painting

The Painting

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"Grandma if that's you and that's my mother, who's the little girl that you're carrying." "Oh her, she died sadly. Died of being kind just to get betrayal, from her own kin." "What's ki-" "Enough of your silly questions my darling it's time to sleep." "Yes grandma." As I began to climb the stairs,taking one last look at the painting, it seemed as water came down right under the eye of the mysterious toddler. I looked in the ceiling since there was a storm outside, but there was no leak in the roof. "Come in now my little angel."
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