บท 25: C H A P T E R - X X V

The paintbrush glided smoothly on the canvas, leaving a streak along the lines I previously made with a pencil. I stepped back and smiled in satisfaction as I admire the piece before me. Today our art teacher taught us about abstract art and then told us to just draw with a free hand and see where it lead us.

Needless to say, I was pretty pleased with how my piece turned out. I felt calm and happy. Painting always brought me peace and made me feel alive. I don't remember much about my father but I inherited this talent from him. He always had a paintbrush tucked behind his ear, his clothes covered in paint strikes and blotches that used to displease my mother and she'd always scowl at him and complain about the mess he'd make, and he'd always ignore her and hand a brush in my tiny hands.

He was a great father, too late he left me with that vile woman too soon.