"What's his problem?" Keith said and stared at the screen. It's been half an hour since he last sent a reply to him, but he hasn't texted him back, and it infuriates him.
"How dare he leave me without a reply?! He texted me first!" he said and threw his phone on the couch. He grumpily sat on the chair and took an empty canvas.
"Are you alright? What happened?" Adelaide asked as she went out of the room. Keith glanced at her and warmly smiled.
"Nothing, Mom," he replied. Adelaide walked towards him and hugged him from behind.
"What are you going to paint?" she said. Keith touched her hand and took a paintbrush.
"I don't know yet, Mom, but I have something in mind I would love to paint," he said. Adelaide ruffled his hair and watched her son begin working. Joaquin hated Keith's pai
