Holy fucking shit.
When I was little, and my mother and father were separated, we moved into an apartment in the town we currently live in now. It wasn’t anything special, and initially my mother and myself shared a room because my uncle Jason was living with us as well. My mother had a painting, this one actually:
and it always creeped me out. It just made me cry, and I remember one day she was leaving to go to work and Jason was watching me and I just ran into the room, looked at the picture and SOBBED. It was so fucking sad.
Immediately looking at the original picture in the post it sent me back.