Amy, my ex-roomie is a painter but she never got that kind of appreciation which she deserved. This broke her from inside.
When I met her few days ago after 2 years she was still struggling with same problems. I was sensing from her depressed tone that it is not good to leave her alone. I offered her to live with me for few days but she refused to do so.
Today I am calling her since morning and she is not answering, worried sick when I reached her home. She was dancing as her painting is selected for art exhibition.
Written for Friday Fictioners
Thanks Rochelle for hosting it.