A Mother’s Love

When a wooden boy ends up in an art restorer’s workshop, he might not be the one that needs fixing.

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    The divorce papers came. I managed to clean out the room. Put everything in boxes in the garage. Went back to work—I’m a museum restoration specialist. I spent my days removing fragments of old varnish without destroying the paint beneath. I’m good at fixing things.

    Just not myself.