On Emma's seventy-second birthday her four children, seven grandchildren, and fourteen great-grandchildren gave her a painting of the little village across the mountains where she grew up. "It's beautiful," she said, but that was not what she was really thinking. "That's not how I remember it at all," she said to herself. One day Emma bought paints and brushes and painted her village just the way she remembered it. This was the beginning of a whole...