After all the revelation, I decided to go to our basement and look for the hidden paintings of Dad.
The ones Mom hid from me because she was afraid I would be like Dad. But I’m already destined to be something else.
And I can’t escape it.
I looked around the basement. What Mom said was true. Dad’s hidden paintings are ready.
Since it has been here for so long, it is already dusty and full of air.
All of Dads painting looks fantastically real. Everywhere you look it seems to be true, Mom was right.
I grabbed one painting on the table.
My mouth gaped as I saw the painting.
“This is the underwater falls.”
So did Dad go there too? How can he get there? Without someone who knows it?
Dad has painted almost the entire jungle.
My eyes squinted on a large painting
