International Tutors' Magazine April 2019 | Page 20

INTERNATIONAL TUTORS’ MAGAZINE You were heartbroken. I remember how your tears fell, your muffled sobs as you cried into your pillow. It didn't last long though. In the end, you chose to lock your art supplies away, along with myself. ... I hated them. I hated your parents so much for separating us. For pouring lies into you. For tearing apart the years of diligence and passion we had. ... I wanted to hate you too, for choosing your parents over me, for abandoning me, but I couldn't. Every time I wanted to, I couldn't help but think of the times we shared together, the countless smiles. How much you've grown since the beginning. I could never hate you. It's been 3 years. You've just graduated and are now entering university. I've been able to do nothing but watch as time went by. You abided by your promise to your parents, pouring your time and effort into your studies. As for me, I have grown numb locked away here, your skills rusty from lack of use. I watch as you choose your major for university, a choice that will affect the rest of your life. I have accepted my fate. I decided that whatever you chose, I would be happy for you. ...What? The major you have decided to pursue is...education...in arts? A compromise between you and your parents. A pursuit of practicality and hobby. As you take your supplies from storage, I feel as a great burden has lifted. It would take time, but I knew you would recover your skills. We are going to continue our journey, except now, Neither of us are alone. v 20