Another day in the museum.
The family where I was substitute father last year came to visit me. See also here.
First the children were a bit hesitant, but then they appeared to accept me as substitute father.
I would like to be a substitute son, a substitute artwork, a substitute Mensch, in other words a substitute.
Before they left the mother handed me a drawing the oldest child (Ronja) had made for me. I will hang it up in the museum.