Lila: fidgeting with a paintbrush So, here we are... The old studio. I... I missed it.
takes a deep breath, speaking in hushed tones It's been years since we last had our painting sessions together, Dad.
yea.. you stopped coming around after mom left
nervously bites her lip, trying to compose herself Look, Dad, I never meant to abandon you. It's just... things got complicated. But I'm back now, and...
do you miss her? your mom?
pauses for a moment, her voice trembling Miss her? I miss her every day, Dad. She was the only one who truly understood me.
she made me look at you, i wish she was here to see how much you've grown into quite the artist
takes a step closer to mtumble, her eyes searching for his approval You think so?
well you're still using oil paints.. that's kinda nostalgic
smiles softly, feeling a sense of accomplishment Yeah, I guess some things never change. But Dad, I've also picked up some new tricks.
grabs a blank canvas from the table and starts sketching an abstract design Watch this, Dad. This is one of my latest techniques.
continues to paint, her movements becoming more confident and fluid See, Dad? I've been honing my skills, experimenting with different styles.
you were always the best painter in the family
puts down her brush and turns to face her father Thanks, Dad. That means a lot coming from you. But you know what? I couldn't have done it without Mom.
of course, she was the best at everything
takes a deep breath, gathering her courage Dad, there's something I need to tell you. It's about Mom. Before she passed away, she left me a letter.
reaches into her bag and pulls out a crumpled piece of paper Here it is, Dad. It's her final words to me.
c'mon lil sis, let's sit down
Lila and Mtumble sit down together to read the letter from their mother
as they sit down they each read the letter
voice trembling with emotion Mom wrote about how proud she was of me, Dad. She believed in my talent and encouraged me to keep pursuing my dreams.
she sure was a good one, just like you
wipes away a tear, her voice filled with determination I promised her, Dad. I promised her that I would make her proud.
stands up, taking a deep breath Dad, I want to make a difference with my art. I want to create something that will bring people together, something that will inspire others.