(In Public Domain)
https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/436965
Second Daughter – 10/15/20
…and at first, when he was just a baby, there was not a real difference between him and his older sister, a baby is a baby…but still there was a difference…she could sense it, she could see it…yes, but what it actually was… And of course he grew healthy, like his sister, both little lovable piggies for her milk, what a chore sometimes, but somehow satisfying, yes, two satisfied at once!…she and he…two happy and at peace, well most of the time, and yet the difference between the two, his sister and him, was always there, a girl and a boy, was that it at such a young age? And her father returned from New York, and when he came to visit again the children, the first time since he was there for his grandson’s birth when he stayed for five days, he kissed the children and her and after a while he told her all excited how he had finally and accidentally seen the lilies floating on the still sky reflecting water of a Monet painting, a painting he had seen many times before…and she listened to her father and something stirred deep within her, for as she looked down upon her son, all of a sudden she saw the difference, bright and beautiful, for what it was, it was that he was a different person, unto himself, bright and beautiful…as he lay in her lap…
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