Chapter 5

Skylar's POV

"Knock, knock," Alex's voice came through the door. "May I come in?"

"Of course you can, it is your home after all,"

"It's my home but this room is your escape from everything while you are here and while you are here I will not just barge in it just because it's my home," She states.

"Thank you, I'm so used to the 'its my house my rules' from my parents. What is that tray for?" I asked after noticing she brought a tray with a cloche on it.

"Well I figured you might've been hungry since you have been here for 6 hours now, so I brought you something to eat. I didn't know what you would want or like so I brought a sandwich, salad and chicken tenders so you have options."

"Oh my, you did not have to do that. I would've just taken anything to be honest, I'm not really a picky eater. I would've also come downstairs as well."

"It's okay, you're in the zone of trying to figure out this painting. Any thoughts on this painting so far?"

" Not really, just that she chose these flowers for a reason and have the bigger person portray that way."

"Maybe, now that you feel like you have the painting that the letter she left you may point you in a direction on what it could mean," She states as she sets the tray down on the nightstand.

"Yeah maybe, but I think I should eat before my brain overloads from all this analyzing,"

"Yeah maybe it'll help, but I am going to step out to continue a project I have been working on in my studio. It's the room at the back of the house by the back door, if you need me for anything," Alex says as she walks towards the door.

"Thank you once again for everything Alex," I tell her as she was leaving.

After taking that break and eating I decided to reread the letter to see if anything stands out, like Alex had said. She chose these flowers for a reason and what else did they do in that house that she kept me away from seeing.

I decided to search the flowers to see what people used to symbolize them for. Orchids are generally linked to good things such as purity luxury, love, and all of the good things. While thinking about it the smaller figure looks like kids, which is typically pure and our parents always had luxurious things for themselves. Knowing Stormie she used them for a double meaning. Dandelions are usually known for resilience, hope, transformation, and the simple joys of childhood. With once again knowing my sister, there's a double meaning.

I decided maybe I need to make the search more negative in a way. When I did that in every possible way I got things involving death, unwanted, annoyance, amongst others but nothing standing out too much for this painting.

Don't know how I got to the point of learning about a dandelion child and orchid child but everything started making sense. She always did say I was too sensitive for this world and that she would make sure to keep me smiling to the best she could at her young age.

Looking at the painting one child is purely made of dandelions and the smaller child is made of Orchids. It's a painting of us and I'm guessing the bigger one is our father. Purely out of moss, which should mean harmony, new beginnings and age, that the outside world would see him as. The alternative that it is he is sadness, decay, a curse or even death, which is more believable for him.

"Storm, what did he do to you?" I say to no one.