Twenty One

I swayed my head and shoulders slowly to Smile by Simi playing softly through my ear pods while I worked the paintbrush against the white canvas.

I had finished my day's work much more earlier than usual and hurried away into the painting room.

My paintbrush splayed across the canvass, my creation taking its form. I had no idea what I was painting, but there was this image that constantly nagged my mind. My apron was a splash of different colours; some had managed to get to my shorts and sneakers.

Focusing my attention on the art taking form before me, I let the music sooth my nerves, making everything smooth. I found Simi's voice captivating and refreshing.

The music was interrupted by my phone's ringtone and I picked up when I saw Aunt Joan on the caller ID.

"Aunt Joan," I called excitedly, dropping my palette with the paintbrush on a high stool.

I imagined her surprised face, "Well, someone is glad to hear from me."

I giggled, "How have you been?"

"I have been alright. I mis