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 * This is the moment that changed my life..**

My father never supported my art. I would always just sit in my room and draw. When it was time to eat, he would come upstairs with my plate and dump it all over my drawings. I wouldn't eat then and I would cry myself to sleep. It seemed like this horror would never end, but then I would look at my drawings of places I wanna visit and I would have hope. When I was 16, my father and I got into a huge fight over it. He told me that art was a waste of my time and I wouldn't make anything off of it and that I would grow up to be a failure. By that age I knew how defend myself and I told him “I do art because it makes me happy. It makes me feel like I'm doing something for this world. It makes me feel like I have some sort of connection with mom.” He would then shut his mouth. Whenever I would mention my mother he wouldn't continue to argue. I was looking through some old boxes in our attic and I came across these beautiful drawing book. I opened it and I could not believe what I saw. Lots and lots of magnificently drawn pictures. And it had initials on the bottom. SLM. Those were the same initials as my mother! I remember having to catch my breath. I never knew my mother drew. I only remember her teaching me how to draw some pictures when I was little but I thought that was just her having fun with me. That was when I finally put the pieces together. My artistic ability came from my mother and no wonder why I felt close to her when I would draw. That would also explain why my dad didn't want me to draw. Because it probably reminded him of mom and he would get sad. Or maybe he thought she didn't draw good? Like it was a waste of time. Maybe he was afraid I would waste my life away with art. But my mother was an amazing women and when I looked at her works I couldn't help but smile. Her technique and beauty she used was so overwhelming. And this is the moment that changed my life.