Chapter 38 Emergency

• It was a beautiful painting, the one that talked about the connection between the death side and the life side. It was something like a Vincent Van Gogh painting, except that it was my own painting that involved the unstable girl under the shadow of her own father as he smiled down at her.
• My fingers tenderly touched the painting in front of me in a white dress that touched the black floor as my smile widened when I saw dad emerging from the painting to hold out his hand to me.
• "Lia, darling," my dad whispered with an elated smile as his hand clasped mine, drawing my footsteps forward with a giggle of my own.