Mrs. Parker's mood now days have been rather unusual, her calm collective demeanor changed and her never-ending nagging and critics of Mark's behavior came down like pouring rain on the fragile boy's shoulders.

The brown-haired boy didn't care much for the ridiculous request that came his way since he was used to them from a long time ago, what he did fear was his mother's tendency of blaming his only escape, his only light in his dark life for his lack of discipline she hated so much.

From a long time ago he already knew where his real passion is, art.

From young Mark was forced to study different subjects and abilities his mother redeemed as a necessity for upper-class people, wishing for him to grow into a successful man who can take care of her.

The first time he felt like he could breathe was at the age of 4 when his mom decided he needs to have at least a basic level of understanding in art, taking him to an art gallery where he saw the amazing artworks of different artists, the different ways of self-expression in their art, from the choice of color to the linework, he knew.

That’s what I want to do for the rest of my life, ART!

In the beginning, his mom didn’t mind it as much letting him do whatever he wants to do, yet soon enough she discovered it's not just a hobby, it became a part of his life, a part she didn’t like as much as he did.

The selfish woman didn't want her son to mess around with what in her eyes had no real value and so at every little opportunity she has, she will take it away from him and use his lack of satisfactory achievements on his only source of pleasure.

This infuriating selfish attitude of the greedy woman caused Mark to bent his head down and attentively listens and comply to every and each one of her demands, with no exceptions, well actually with one exception, one that Mrs. Parker consider as a dirty spot in their perfect life, the mistake of her life.

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