Happy 5th Birthday, Ella! I paint this portrait of you to wish you a speedy recovery!
By the time you reach 15, and I'm 17, I'll become a masterful painter.
Many will come to see my paintings, and you'll be the sister of the greatest painter..
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I burst into laughter when I look back at the message from that day.
Most people in this world are vulgar and noisy. I don't need them to understan me, and all they do is bore me.
Only those who understand me can add a stroke of brilliance to my art.
When I was 6,mother left green behind in the marriage. When I was 8,my younger sister left white behind in the painting room. I can never forget their coughs that filled the night and their sickly countenances. But as time passed,the inspiration they gave me started to fade into obscurity.
Later on, Mr.Sarai was the only person who understood me, but sadly, he started revealing his true colors--he was a filthy liar.
The inspiration Mr.Sarai gave me dwindled. Will he leave? Will he leave with his lies?
Lateley, I've heard the cries of the canvas and paintbrushes:
If you need his color, why don't you take it for yourself?