Prologue

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The pain was unbelievable…..when I was ten years old I was at home doing what I loved, drawing. I was panting something for my dad. He’s the one who got me into art. He is a famous artist in his field, writing novels that millions have loved. He wanted me to express myself in some way. He said, “it's important Ender if you don't express your feelings you’ll become strict like my dad.” I found out at 7 years old that I was in love with art sculpting, drawing, etc. But my one true love is Painting. I love painting watercolors, acrylics, gouaches, and oils. All you can think of. Back when I was ten years old drawing for my dad, of my favorite flower the pansy, and still is. I don't remember much of what happened that day but two police officers came to our home saying they needed to talk to my mother alone. When she came back in she was crying but said we needed to talk, she then told me my father was killed in a car accident. There’s more that happened that day but that part. The part where I found my dad died was the worst part. Making it the worst day of my life.

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