6 days to go
Memories
Memories of my brother are what keep me alive
They keep me going
I hummed as my hands painted with ease. Once again, I stayed in solitude after everyone had left for school.
“Hey” a voice sounded from the door
I didn’t need to look before I knew who it was
“Hi Jomar”
“Whatcha doing?”
He came closer to take a peek of what I was drawing. Today, I drew a girl holding a fruit basket. Caravagiio’s painting gave me inspiration to create a masterpiece of my own
I engulfed myself in the craft – not missing the tiniest detail. I described everything well, from the girl’s long blonde hair to the light shade pink of her lips to the depth of her deep blue eyes to the complexion of her bronze tanned skin. I didn’t forget the fruit. I made sure to highlight the redness of
