The day ended quite well for me. I sold not only the three I painted on the spot but also half of the paintings that I already did and brought with me. That included the one portrait that I did of Andrew. There were a few of the paintings left, as well as the blank canvases. Mom and dad helped me bring the few remaining of my art materials and rode with me in my truck. They left their car at the Shack because they are afraid to let me drive on my own. I just rolled my eyes when they said that to me. I even reasoned to them that I drove by myself earlier but they didn’t want to hear about it, said that they never thought I would do that after what just happened to me. Again, I just rolled my eyes at them.
“Don’t roll your eyes at us, young lady. I and your dad are just worried about you. W
