( Pablo Picasso)
They met when they were admitted to psychiatric. She was manic depressive. He was schizophrenic. They found each other. A common madness.
They had a daughter.
She is beginning to get to know his father. He is so beautiful. He became so ill that she could not have contact with him until adulthood. He's talking about that he's Picasso, he has millions of children. He laughs often, enjoying life. Sometimes he has a few seconds clarity. But then he suddenly is head of the World Bank with an incredible amount of work to do. She has not come to know him properly, but she knows him by heart.
Her mother is beautiful. She is sick on paper, but she has the healthiest mindset.
She is proud of her parents.
( Sorry, my English is not good...)
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