He brought his daughter to the exhibition his coworkers recommended.
“He loves nature,” he said, meaning the artist but pointing at the oil-painted elm. “Just like you.”
She didn’t know how to tell him it had been three months since she last saw a butterfly. That their new home was miles away from the mountains. That the town didn’t even have a park. Still, she enjoyed that he saw her as a nature girl.
She looked at the painting. The artist got the lighting all wrong. The angles of the world didn’t run that steep.
“He’s great,” she said, smiling.
“He loves nature,” he said, meaning the artist but pointing at the oil-painted elm. “Just like you.”
She didn’t know how to tell him it had been three months since she last saw a butterfly. That their new home was miles away from the mountains. That the town didn’t even have a park. Still, she enjoyed that he saw her as a nature girl.
She looked at the painting. The artist got the lighting all wrong. The angles of the world didn’t run that steep.
“He’s great,” she said, smiling.
