You Were Spoiled

I wanted a big canvas, great-grandma told me. I am looking at her big picture book with her. She has shown me lots of kids she thinks were here “back in the day”. I was spoiled, she told me. I was not happy with a small canvas. They let me paint in my good clothes too. I could not imagine wearing this ruffled lacy dress. It could not have been comfortable to paint in. You were spoiled I tell her. She smiles, glad about it. It is a connection, one of the few we have had.