The sun was out.
And the birds were tweeting.
In her home,
Emily was preparing her
bundle of art supplies.
The dusty maroon bag that she
stored all of them in.
The assortment of
paints.
Such different, vibrant colors.
She had it all.
Red,
blue,
beige,
lilac,
turquiose.
She had
water colors,
acrylics and
charcoal.
But considering
how much she
painted,
her supplies were nearing their end.
And if Emily
was going to accomplish
what she had in mind,
she needed a lot more than just
a few tubes.
She'd need
several cans of paint.
Frowning,
Emily turned towards her
bedroom door,
a gasp leaving her mouth
when she caught her mom
standing just there.
Perhaps it was an artistic thing,
but Emily couldn't help
thinking how much of a painting
her dear mother looked like just then.
She was doing so well.
So much better than six months ago.
Much, much better.
Emily didn't have to say
anything for her mom to
understand.
The crumpled tubes of paint,
and the strained smile on her
daughter's face.
She knew.
Her mom smiled,
that warm smile of hers,
then flicked her hand to produce
a tiny, golden box.
And inside it was a stack of money.
"The better half of your dad's savings."
The teary-eyed woman said.
Emily flinched
like she always did
when she saw
her mother cry.
"He said it was for you. Whenever you needed it. It's him in there, dear. He'll be so proud."
Emily hugged her mother.
Her happiness
gleaming away in tears.
This was it.
She would make him proud.
Her father.
The brightest star in the sky.
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The Galaxies Within
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