Me and You

Me

it has been five years since mum died and things are improving i am still at college studying art mum always said to me i had a natural talent for it and one day i would be painting for famous people i didnt believe her then but now i dream of my work being in galleries and being a famous painter my teacher Mrs Brown says my work is extrodinary and has put me in for an art fair in the summer and has told me they are looking for new artists and for their new work to be showcased in an art school. i am really enjoying college life when i was looking for places to go i didnt want to be to far from dad i remember coming home and telling him about all the colleges i could apply to. "dad ive found some really good colleges i could go to all offering art which is what i want to do" "are you sure you want to do art sweetheart? i mean its not really a career you should be going for i thought this was just a hobby you did " "its more than just a hobby dad, i have been painting ever since i can remember its what i want to do with my life, many artists started out like me and went on to become very famous for their work, if my work were to sell in the future people pay millions for paintings" " i dont want you doing something you may end regretting, why dont you become a dr or something? you were talking about becoming that when mum was sick" i remember saying that but i was young i wanted to make mum better i wish dad would support me. " i wont regret it dad, this is something i have dreamed of doing for so long now i am really good at it, do you remember that parents evening at school where miss dunlop showed you my art work you said it was really good i just want you to support me in this dad" "i do support you sweetheart, look ive lost your mum and i dont want to loose you as well" i knew what this was about now dad didnt have mum he wanted to keep me around so he wouldnt be lonely "dad you knew this day would come eventually, i am 18 now dad and i need to spread my wings a little bit and do things on my own, i can come home if need be to see you but this is my life dad" i could see the sad look in his eyes, his little girl was no longer his little girl anymore she had grown up and was ready to start her new life. "when did you become so grown up? it just seems like yesterday we brought you home from the hospital so small, its just me and you for so long now and i guess im just going to miss you" " i know dad but i can come home one college i found is only 6 miles away so its not like i wont be home at night  i need to do this dad"

i applied for college what seems like months ago now i went for my interview and was told to bring some work that i done, they were impressed by it and how someone so young could paint so well they told me i had to wait for a few days to see if i got in. two days later i got my letter and was accepted dad took me out for dinner to celebrate and like any dad he started to have boy talk with me "now there will be boys there sweetheart, i just want you to focus on your studying do not let any boy distract you at least see how college goes for like a year and then see but your so young dont worry about boys just yet just make friends" to tell you the truth i wasnt even thinking about boys no boy had ever been interested me the last few years had all been about school and trying to move on from mums death i did dream about meeting the perfect boy just like mum and dad had found each other i wanted to meet someone and feel that instant spark. "but im proud of you sweetheart" so he raised his glass and we toasted. 

That was all 6 months ago, i cant believe where the time has gone, college takes up most of my time i get the train at 6:30 in the morning, do my art all day and then come home again, my teacher has suggested i live in the student accomdation there have an art studio there where i can do my art without taking it home. its just breaking the news to dad....