One of the projects we worked on in the graphics team was the Mother’s Love Art Gallery.

It was an art gallery devoted to showing examples of the love of physical mothers, which was meant to be a “shadow” of the love of the church’s proclaimed spiritual mother, Zhang Gil-Jah.

I asked my Grammy, who was an artist and quilter, to create something to submit to the gallery.

She stitched a small quilt with abstract colors and shapes resembling a uterus. It was an art quilt intended to be displayed flat on a wall. I submitted it on her behalf to the gallery curators.

On the day the gallery opened, my Grammy visited. To my horror, we found her quilt folded up and tucked into the rocking chair scene, not at all displayed the way it was supposed to be.

My Grammy was confused and offended, and I said I’d talk to someone to get it displayed correctly.

I got no answer to any of my verbal comments or emails, and the quilt was never properly displayed. After leaving, I asked for it back, but again there was no answer.

Now, only a few years later, my Grammy is severely vision-impaired and can’t quilt anymore. That quilt was one of the last that she made, and the church treated her work with absolutely no respect.

So much for mother’s love.