3 months later
Lincoln unscrew the cap of the blue tube he held in his hands. He sat in front of a giant canvas that had his work half done. The radio played soothing classical music to give the room a serene vibe.
'Daddy can I have more paint, please.' his little said. She was laying on the ground painting on a smaller canvas that he had bought for her. Her hands were covered in different colors and so was her dress.
With a smile, Lincoln took the bright yellow that she was using and squeezed it into her little palette in which she whispered a tiny thank you.
'Your welcome, baba.' Lincoln said before going back to his work.
As he set the tube down his phone started to ring for the third time today. He had laid it next to the canvas before he started work and with a glance, he read th
