Priscilla woke up in the middle of the night on Friday and went to take water from the fridge. There she saw her sister’s sketchbook opened and different drawings were there but they were nothing like what her sister would draw. She had drawn most of them after cleaning them several times and it was still an eyesore.
“Did she draw these with her feet? They are so rough and ugly. She only draws things like this when she’s not focused or has something on her mind,” she remarked, flipping through the pages before sitting down to check the previous works, which got her hooked and made her smile.
After a while, she stood up to check her up in her room and she saw her sister dreaming and sweating
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you; please forgive me.” Kate kept murmuring over
