Chapter Fifty Two

JASON

"You keep staring at that picture so much." My mother said with a sad smile, bringing out a little cup she had made and lifting it up so I could see it. I slowly took it from her and just stared at it.

She had never told us how she had learned to make stuff like these, and boy, did sheake them so well. Paul had made sure to equip the very huge room with every machine or tool she needed, just so she could so what she obviously loved doing. At first, she had been reluctant to sell any, mostly giving it out at charity, but after lunch persuasion when I was about fourteen, she had agreed to save some beautiful mater pieces for her yearly art showcase, which had become a huge success over the years.

I put the cup down and sighed. "It's nothing. You know we are always curious about him. Neither you, nor dad, ever told us much." I said with a shrug, picking up a beautiful intricatly designed bowl, which I knew had to be on the next showcase. "Save this one." I immediately said, "it lo