“Do you remember the first painting you did?” I crease my brows together. “Um, yes.” But Dad just rephrases his question and asks again. “I mean, do you recall what you painted?” “Oh, um, no, I don’t think so.” “Well, you should go to your atelier and find out. You’ll see why I never gave your ‘gift’ to him. I know you’ll understand. It was painful but necessary. You had caused enough trouble for your godfather and his girlfriend.” “I’m not gonna check.” My tone remains low and broken, my mind still in shock. “I feel humiliated and embarrassed enough. I’m… I’m so sorry to have brought up this
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Dude….this is so irritating.
