FORTY FIVE

The moment my alarm turns off, I get up fast on my bed and fix it. This morning should be possible only for Era. I'm planning on taking Anne around the town in the afternoon but this morning should be slotted only for her and us. I finished the painting almost 4 in the morning. There were a lot of pauses because I have to think what should be the color of the leaves. Era loves sage green colors. I saw that she changed their living room pain into it.

Why do I already feel like I missed her so much now?

I place the canvas into a huge paper bag, thankfully it fits right in. I head out of the house and run across the yard. When I reach to the front porch, her father is yanking off a nail with a hammer. It feels like I never seen him around the past days or even week now.

I wave a hand. He eyes me with a crumpled face. But it's not because he's mad or something. He's just concentrating on what's he's doing. Then he smiles a little like he's happy seeing me. "Oh, hey there, kid.” He re