I sat on my stool in my bedroom paint brush in hand and begun painting. I painted intricate lines and shapes, people and nature, letting my paintbrush send me into the world of art. Art had been my escape from everything all my life. Everywhere I looked I was inspired to paint. Whether it be a bird or a stone at the bottom of a stream.

My door slamming open disturbed me and me paint brush swerved, a large red print slashed across my painting. I had been painting families in a park, having picnics with multiple children of all ages running around. I frowned at the damage and turned to see who had entered.
"Oh hello mother, what brings you here?" I Stated continuing to frown.
My mother just smiled with her hands behind her back which just made my curiosity grow.
"well as you know your birthday is tomorrow but I thought to give you an early birthday present"
" wow really?" I asked bubbling with joy.
She just walked over and gave me a long, grey box "by the way, say hello to grandma for me" before I could ask what she was talking about she strode out without another word. Weird....