Amara

I’d almost opened my big mouth and blurted out that I’d rather paint. It’s not like it was a big deal but I cared now what people thought of me. What James thought of me. And I'd rather keep him in the dark than watch him look at me like a waste of space when he learned that I loved to paint.

It wasn’t that I was ashamed of my work, it was quite the opposite. I was proud of what I did so much that I couldn’t handle other people looking down at it. Venturing into the arts ...