LydiaI leaned down to look at the drawing Liam was pointing at. “I painted this mom.” He tapped on the paper eagerly. “This is you, this is Melanie.” We were in their study area. There was a table in the middle of the room, and both were seated at each end, each busy with a book and pen. Before Liam could continue, Melanie was at our side, “What about me? I wanna see too.” She said excitedly. I looked at the painting, a small smile crawling on my lips, as Liam pointed to the picture, repeating what he just said to Melanie.Melanie frowned, “That's not me. I don't look that ugly.” She furrowed her brows, and all trace of her previous playfulness had disappeared.“That's you, this is your hair and your nose, your eye, your ear,” he kept pointing at the drawing and then at Melanie's face. “No, stop, you painted me bad. You are a bad artist.” Melanie declared and looked over to me for support.“Mom, you always say I'm the best. Repeat it to Melanie; she seems to misunderstand me.” Li
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