Chapter 31: Outline of a Person

Ever since then, I could no longer attend Art class. The only relief I have over my stressful childhood days was gone, making me more timid, gloomy, and restrained.

All my drawing tools were confiscated, leaving me with nothing to do but practiced the most hateful thing for me- music.

It was the most distressing time of my childhood days. I started to grow tired of things. I would always end up locked up because of my lack of motivation to finish my 'homework'. Nor have fun in anything. I can't do anything I want, what's the purpose of living then?

As a child, I was not given the freedom to do what I want.

My sister Anna was the only one who noticed my changes. She was worried about me. So one day, she sneaked out a sketchbook and a set of pens in my room. It was her own sketchbook. Because she was not good at art and most of her time was used in practicing piano, her sketchbook was neat as new.

"Hide it. Don't let Mom see it, okay?" Anna risked sneaking in the sketchbook for my