Chaper 20
Amanda, I had no idea you were so talented at painting
went up to the roof to make some dried fruits and immediately spotted Amanda sitting in front of the easel.
“Just doodling around. My drawing isn’t that great,” she said. This wasn’t false modesty; it was the truth.
Alter her sister passed away, she rarely picked up a paintbrush.
“ch, come on! I think it’s wonderful. The sky and the sea look so beautiful on it. If you have the time, could you paint a picture for me? I’d love to hang it In the dining room,” Mary said cheerfully.
Faced with such straightforward praise, Amanda felt a bir flustered
“Amanda, regardless of what you were like in the past, now that you’re here, you’re a whole new person starting a brand–new life. Don’t keep being haunted by the past. Pretending to let go when you haven’t truly done so will only make you miserable.”
Mary sed sincerely, gently stroking the top of Amanda’s head with her time–worn palms.
There was a very faint yet warm chamomile fragrance.
Amanda looked at this middle–aged woman of a bit descent and suddenly felt a stinging sensation in her eyes.
She had an urge to cr
Over the years, no matter how much hardship, or physical or mental pain she endured, she never shed a tear.
“Amanda, when you’re done painting, come downstairs. I’ll make you some fruit tea
Mary said, not noticing Amanda’s emotional state and still smiling brightly..
“Okay. Let’s have a barbecue tonight and invite Charlie” Amanda said, curving her lips into a smile.
She managed not to cry.
Meeting kind people like Mary and Charlie right from the start in the unfamiliar place of Grenadan might finally be a stroke of good luck from heaven.
Moreover, Mary’s words struck a chord with her.
Since she had chosen to start anew, she shouldn’t have let the past hold her back, either mentally or physically.
After finishing this painting of The Horizon, Amanda decided to look for a tattoo shop.
Nine years ago, the scar left because of Adam on her waist should no longer mar her skin and body.
Amanda carefully drew a fluttering butterfly on a white sheet of drawing paper.
Then, humming a tune, she made her way toward the tattoo shop indicated on the navigation.
The tattoo artist was a seventeen or eighteen–year–old girl, but surprisingly, she was very skilled.
When Amanda saw the butterfly on her waist in the round mirror, it was as if a long–suppressed storm was stirred up in her heart.
Blue Morpho Helena Butterfly was the most beautiful butterfly in the world.
From then on, it would replace the long, winding scar that had been on Amanda’s waist.
It was vivid and dream–like.
“If you ever need anything else, you can come to me next time. You… sult this kind of beauty,” the tattoo artist said
