Just Breathe - Adopted by Mandy Gonzalez - COMPLETED

53 - Art or Art

Dad and I head out for a light lunch when we return he finishes off his painting and I decided to just paint another Fearless Squad picture for my room or maybe my dressing room one day. Once I had done mine I just watched my dad finish his painting. I made small sketches on a piece of card but it wasn't much, only a few of the Schuyler Sisters, one of Eliza in burn and one of Maria on her knees in say no to this. Once my dad was done he held it up. "What do you think Becky?"

"It perfect. She's going to love it." I cover up the sketches, not thinking they were good enough to show him. I knew I'd just stick them in my scrapbook of art things.

"She's going to love yours as well." He picked up my painting from where it was on the other side table drying. "It's perfect." He put them both dry and looked at me. "What's those Becky?"

"Oh just some really bad quick sketches."

"Those are 'really bad quick sketches?' Yeah right Becky. If these are really bad then I need to see what really good ones are! These are insane, one day you should to this on a larger canvas for Joanna and Lexi."

"Maybe." I look down at the drawings ashamed that I can't see the good I them.

"Come on Becky, it's been an amazing day, let's head home. Maribelle will be back by now and you can give mom the paintings."

"Okay." I pack up my things and put my little rucksack on my back.

"Becky can I take a picture of you with your painting for my Instagram?"

"Sure." I hold the painting in both hands as dad takes the picture. I smile and then pick up the other one to carry Home. "Don't post until after we've shown Mandy. I don't want her seeing online first."

"Of course Becky." He kissed my forehead and he takes his painting and we head home.

"I wish I could do this with you more often." I mumbled under my breath.

"Becky, what's wrong?" Doug stopped me just as we headed up our street.

"I...I wish I could do this so much more. I had so much fun and just doing it was an amazing experience. I love Hamilton and I love performing and creating dramatic art. But it's kind of a pain. I have to go to every rehearsal and every performance like everyone else does except I don't get paid. The swings have the same role as me effectively and get paid more than mom does. I go and I get nothing back. I know the track, I know the score, I don't have costumes yet but I am able to go on at any time to cover Peggy/Maria because I know it completely. I still have like 6 and a half months to wait, I get bored and I don't know what to do Daddy." I began crying and I leaned on my dad, my head in his chest.

"Oh Mija, I'm sorry you feel like that baby girl. Maybe it's something you need to talk to your mom about, Okay?"

"Okay, I just don't wanna let her down."

"You won't let her down, she wants what's best for you honey. She won't be disappointed in you, I promise." He kissed my forehead and smiled at me, I cracked a small smile back and we headed down the last of the road and into the apartment. "Honey, we're home."

"Becky!" Maribelle called and ran towards me. I quickly put my stuff down and pulled her up into my arms, spinning her around and kissing her cheek.

"How are you sis, had a good day at school?"

"Yes, I did Becky." As I held her on my hip and Mandy came in.

"Hey babe." Doug said walking up to her and wrapping his arms around her waist pulling her in close. They kissed reasonably passionately and I whispered something to my sister.

"Ewwww." We both said before I giggled.

"Oi miss Becky Melini-Gonzalez! I know you have done lots worse."

"All we've done is make out, nothing else, I'm not ready for it to go that far yet. But anyway hello mama." I pushed my dad away playfully and he picked up Maribelle and talked to her about school.

"Hey sweetheart, how was your day with dad?"

"Amazing. And I painted something for you." I headed to the door and picked up the painting. "I made this for your dressing room." I turned the canvas around for her to see. She put her hands to her mouth as her eyes began to tear up.

"Becky. It's...It's beautiful. You painted this for me?"

"Yeah. I did one for myself after."

"Thank you so much." She put the painting on the side table and hugged me tightly. "I love you Mija."

"I love you too Mami." I smiled as we both held each other close. I didn't want to tell my mom right then about my issue, we were happy then and I didn't want such a perfect day to be ruined.