Chapter Twenty Five
In which she had some spectators.
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[Ross Pagette Monstine.]
I decided to come back to the park.
Now with an easel and desperation not to use someone else for my own gain, I wanted to make sure if I could paint anything again. Since I do not have people watching over me, or someone that I knew who would care about what I do—I felt free. Maybe the restrictions I have within me are simply because of the attention that it would follow.
Being in an unknown place, with people who I knew wouldn’t know me gives me the opportunity to have a sense of a fresh start.
Of course, that was nothing but wishful thinking.
“Wow, that’s so beautiful!” A child, who is probably a year younger than my brother, cheered. She has black hair, the same style of bangs that my sister
