Art and affogato
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"For you, in my respect, are all the world; Then how can it be said I am alone, When all the world is here to look on me?" - Midsummer Night's Dream
Foreword
jongdae could no longer find the happiness he once derived from his art.
he no longer had any source of joy from the activity he knew far too well to just abandon.
"Jongdae, promise you'll continue to draw " his mother smiled placing her fragile fingers on her lap.
"These," she says pointing to her sons hands."are miracles jongdae."
"umma don't be silly" he chuckled softly as he felt tears welling up in his eyes.
"listen to me jongdae!" she raises her voice which startled the young boy.
"Jongdae, you can create what ever you want with the touch of your finger tips. You can tell a story with a of a paintbrush..
don't let your talent go to waste my dear .Make friends , have fun , fall in love . Don't give up jongdae" she her sons cheek wishing she could be with him forever as her eyes fluttered closing for one last time.
jongdae who was 18 at the time felt numb.
he'd just lost his best friend.
his mother.
For the next 3 years jongdae attended art classes and made some friends like she had told him to because he felt it was the only way to live on with his mothers memory.
but how was he to create something beautiful once again when she his muse was gone?
who could even compare to the love and affection of the one who raised him
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