“Finally…” I stretched my arms and arched back as soon as I finished the last touches on my painting. I stood up from the stool and walked back to check the art from a distance and see if I would like it still. And once I was pleased with my art, I heaved a sigh of relief and smiled triumphantly.
I didn’t think I had ever been that harsh to my art, but I was nitpicking every detail. I couldn’t be a hundred percent satisfied with the painting that I wanted to give Zero, so I decided to just settle for a close-to-perfect outcome.
I planned to paint him a birthday cake at first, but Marga stopped me right away before I could pick up the brush. She even asked if I was joking and said it wasn't funny. In the end, I chose Zero as my subject when I couldn’t think of that one thing he really lik
