Everly
“I thought about studying English literature, but my heart lies in art.”
“Have you decided to pursue art?” she asks excitedly, and I sigh with relief. Many artists don't manage to have a career with their work, but I've decided to take the risk. Who knows, maybe one day I'll be a famous artist?
“Yes, I will.”
“I hope you get in, you deserve it, daughter.” I immediately feel bad, do I deserve it? I haven't been a good daughter. If my mother knew the things I hide, she would be disappointed in me, and she, more than anyone, deserves happiness after what my father did. “Eve?”
“Yes, mom, I've studied a lot,” but studying won't erase my sins.
“It's almost nine o'clock at night, I'll let you get some sleep.”
“Good night, mom.”
“Good night to you too, dear.” I hang up and stare at
