A Child of Another Story
Side by side, Christina and I strolled through the gallery, taking in the vibrant artwork.
Christina's love and knack for art were off the charts. She had a way of uncovering the hidden tales in each piece from angles no one else seemed to see.
"Erick, check out this painting."
She gestured towards an oil painting named 'Nirvana', her eyes alight with excitement.
"It's a phoenix rising from the ashes, feathers scorched but eyes blazing with hope and strength for what's ahead. It reminds me of you."
Her words caught me off guard, and I turned to her.