Shane
January passed by like a breeze.
Unconsciously, I had a new habit, one where Theo was included. He gave me time and space, something I needed whenever I felt pressure on my shoulders. He would call at night, and sometimes that was what we exactly needed.
“Who is he?” I heard mom asked over my shoulder.
She was gazing down at the canvass.
“Uh,” I blinked, too consumed on the portrait I was working on. I didn’t even know she entered my room. “Theo.”
Her face brightened, scanning the whole picture. “I like his eyes,” she commented, being drawn into Theo’s portrait. “And his eyebrows. His brows are way too good for a guy.”
I said nothing, smiling to myself.
“So, is he a boyfriend or something?”
I turned to her and qu
