Shawn had been deliberating for a while. He did not come up with anything do so far but staying here doing nothing was going to have the same result. Nothing. Before dawn, he woke up and prepared a little something as a thank you for being there for him. It was not something big but something they were going to remember for a while.
His art style was not as good as his best friend’s. And he had never had enough practice but he could always capture what was needed. Bendra often called him a natural but he never believed it. Once the painting was done, he hanged it by the porch of the house he had been living in. He had painted the villagers in one place. They were all smiling and he was in the middle.
The background was the house had been calling home. And they were all his family. In t
