Rewriting My Heart's Fate

The owner of the art gallery smiled and looked at me kindly. Then, as he shared heartfeltly about the past, I learned about the truth.

My mother and Mr. Reuben Fraser, who was the owner of this art gallery, knew each other from that serene little town. They were not just neighbors, but they played an important role in each other's life growing up. Mr. Fraser was passionate about art from a very young age, whereas my mother had a magical touch where she could transform emotions into beautiful, scenic art pieces.

Their friendship had transformed into a very close bond of mutual understanding and rapport over the passage of time.

"Hilda's talents were a gift from the heavens. Her art wasn't just a combination of lines and colors, but also a true reflection of what she was feeling inside."

Mr. Fraser's words were filled with nothing but admiration and fond remembrance of my mother's talents, but I sensed that there was something more to that.

"She once told me that every piece of her art was a love letter she had left to the world, hoping that someone else would understand the story beyond her art."

I stood quietly in front of Town in Morning Glow and through her art, I could almost feel the serenity and warmth my mother was feeling at that time.

Tears blurred my vision once more, but this time, it was from how moved and liberated I felt.

very best to get to where we were from the village, we treasured our relationship

in his eyes, I could

very talented and

was to try to make sure the other person lived a wonderful life, instead of

we've left our village, we all had different dreams, so, we ventured onto

by surprise was that Mr. Fraser had gone with others to try and make

he became rich, he opened an art gallery right away because he knew that my mother wasn't able

wanted to

used all he could, even if it may not be much,

of my life. Later on, I found out

as he sunk into his memories. Sorrow and heavy-heartedness

out an intricately designed wooden box from

left with me. She said that

in his tone, as if the thing he had passed to me was not just a