Let tomorrow come

Chapter 3.

Over the next few weeks, Peter and I discussed the latest youth popular works. He promised to send me new books by parcel, and I waited impatiently. I was glad that I could communicate with my best friend again, even if he was a busy student constantly sitting in front of his textbooks. I painted my paintings, perfecting my style, but I didn't forget about my regular activities. Alice was strict at times, but she no longer scolded me. All shortcomings were compensated for by my efforts. I also had a second teacher, Mr. Bronx, who came twice a week. These were the days of the exact sciences, with which, to put it mildly, I was not good. But Mr. Bronx never scolded me, he just tried to explain again. This elderly, balanced man knew his subjects very well and was ready to share knowledge and guide students on the right path. In this case I was that student. Besides, he caught me drawing a couple of times. And although he loved more conservative movements in art, he said:

"Baby, you are undoubtedly talented. Now put the sketch aside and let's gnaw on the granite of numbers and physical laws."

I liked how unobtrusively he taught. His face often lit up with a wide smile. And sometimes he shared funny stories from his life. And I felt relaxed. If only Alice were as calm and unbiased.

***

"Dear daddy, hello!

You probably work a lot, but I just wanted to know how you were doing. I miss you a lot and am looking forward to Christmas. We will finally be able to see each other. Send me some photos from Brazil. Are there a lot of rainforests there? It is very interesting to me. And yesterday I painted a new picture. Remember I had a girl with the body of a delphinium? And now I drew a girl with a salvia body.Looks original. I'll show you when you arrive. It's late, I'll go to bed.

Kiss!"

I told Peter about the paintings and said that I wanted to draw a flower with his face on it when he came home for the holidays. I was a little worried because I was worried that he would refuse. I checked the new messages.

"Hi Chris!

It is an unexpected offer. No one has ever drawn me, much less in such an abstract form. But I trust you ;)"

I was damn glad, I ran down the stairs in search of Aela and found her in the kitchen.

"Aela, Marco, this is amazing! Can you imagine if I could draw my best friend Peter as a flower?! This will be a bomb!!!"

"Miss First Brush of Scotland, calm down!"

Marco playfully covered his ears, and then stroked my head. And Aela squeezed my hands in hers and smiled warmly:

"You will achieve great success with such perseverance, Christina."

Aela looked like the sun with her red head of hair. She always lifted my spirits with just her appearance. Of course, I was more accustomed to seeing my mother next to my dad. But what happened to mom already happened. And we all needed to move on with our lives. Aela would really cheer up dad, change his life, and maybe he would want to spend more time at home. Although I rarely saw my parents since childhood, and took it for granted, because that was their job, I wanted more attention. And this is not surprising. It's good that except for Grandma, John and Alice, everyone treated me with warmth, and I didn't feel so lonely.

***

"Hi Pete :)

All our trees are yellow, and it rained for several days, but it finally stopped. Today I sat by the pond and read "Emma" by Jane Austen, one of the books you sent me. Emma seems to be a strong woman, and although she is proud, she is not heartless. She has feelings too, I definitely like this novel.