“I remember it all,” he said. “It had just gone eleven. I was finishing my morning reading and was about to stretch my legs outside as it was a fine, clear day, but I heard scratching. I lifted your egg from its cushion. Only moments later, the crackling started and your tiny head popped out! You blinked and peered up at me and captured my whole heart instantaneously!”
Acrylic on stretched canvas
Unframed.