A walk on thorns

Chapter 19| Bright Yet Dark

Sabrina's POV

This is my face but not my picture, I have never taken any pictures like this in my life, it was so detailed and alive. He made a portrait of me out of his vision and I couldn't asked for more, the face was competently sketched and painted, with strings of my hair smudging my face as I snapped a tree as birds and butterflies fled. This gentleman sitting down next to me retains a mountain of talent in his head.

“This is out of expectation, unimaginable, and unforeseen. This is  extensively exquisite, I never had seen something like this especially made of me.” I fawned at the piece, I couldn't take my eyes for once ever since I saw it.

“Can I take it home, please? I went round to him and asked desperately.

“Yeah, but you will return it cos it's my imagination.” He declared.

“No way, just let me have and you can paint the picture of that day, please.” I pleaded desperately. More than expected he turned out to be laughing at my expression.

“You look cute while imploring, no stress, I am giving it to you but not today because there are some touches I need to do and more of other things, but we are for now,” he explained.

“How important are these final whiffs? I pout.

“Until you see it then you will tell the difference.” He affirmed.

“Can I snap it?

“Yeah, you can, let me not be ruthless.” he laughed.

“You know Ruby is a beginner right, I saw her try her best to bring you out but she ended up drawing and painting you in a typical nursery school manner, don't go there and laugh, please, encourage her.” He whispered to me.

“Depends on how her work turned out to be.” I joke.

“If you make her sad you are not getting your portrait.” He threatened.

“Calm down Mister.” I laughed. “I won't do that, even for the sake of my beautiful portrait.” I smiled wickedly.

“Time to see what my baby has for me.” I sang. “Are you ready? I asked walking to her. She nodded happily.

The moment my eyes contacted her canvas I almost burst into a profound laugh. What?!

MJ was right, she did her best but it was a nursery school typical. Our parents were all victims of this in the past when we were asked to draw our Mother and father. Now I am severely paying for it.

“Ayy, Masha Allah, this looks so beautiful darling, you tried so well! I pampered her with pride. She looks happy and insecure.

“Are you sure Aunt Sabrina, she doesn't look like you, you are more beautiful? She enunciates.

“No, she is perfect my love, one is the beginning of every count, today was your first day right? Believe me, even your second day will be more promising as long as you keep up with your good work.” I cheered her, it works though. When I turned MJ was proudly smiling, he liked the girl.

“Yes Ruby, your Aunt is right, you did a great job today, it was outstanding and out of expectations, surely, you will make a great artist in your era.” He affirmatively spoke and we both clapped for her. I have never seen her this happy, she is too beautiful to be sad all the time and I am happy that she is happy.

“Now you guys should get and show me your hard work, I am clicking I urged and moved across.

“They both showed up their work and smiled. I click them enough before asking them for a selfie.