Portrait » satzu

one.

After days of being in the hospital, those so-called family of mine took me to a huge house. I don't know if I'll believe those strangers though, but I just went along with them.

When I got inside, I asked where my bedroom was. Luckily, my so-called mom took me to my bedroom which was enough for a lot of people to fit in.

As soon as I got inside, there were a lot of paintings hanged on the wall of my room. I looked at my mom, and she smiled at me.

“You used to paint back then,” she told me, “See those masterpieces of yours? That's how talented and gifted you are, Tzuyu.”

I just smiled back at her. I don't what to say in response, so she left my room right away.

I approached a table beside the bed and took a look on it—papers, colored pencils, paint brushes and different art materials filled it's top surface.

I sat in front of the desk and grabbed a paint brush, then took a gaze upon it.

A smile was formed on my lips as I examined it, and a thought came into my mind.