We spent time inside my room for a couple of minutes. He was so interested in my paintings, asking me to explain each one. I surprised myself that I could still vividly remember how these paintings came to be. It was like doing them again while Zero and I went through each one.
"I’m gonna buy this."
For some reason, Zero has taken a liking to a messy oil painting I did. It was the first time I tried to paint with oil, and I failed big time.
"That looks like a poo."
"I’d still buy it."
I pouted and sighed. "I can give it for free."
"I’ll pay for it."
"Just give me a dollar, then."
Zero shook his head.
"Two dollars?"
He sighed heavily, not knowing how to deal with my stubbornness. He was about to say something when the door suddenly burst open.
My brother didn’t bother knocking. H
