Chapter 15
The new studio was filled light,
the large windows letting in sun,
from morning until the late evening.
Quincy spent his days painting there,
creating larger and more ambitious canvases,
exploring the deep mysteries of ocean.
He began teaching art to children,
holding free classes on Saturday mornings,
sharing his passion with local youth.
Tommy and Violet helped him manage,
cleaning the brushes and preparing paints,
the studio alive with happy noise.
Violet brought her violin to studio,
playing soft music while they painted,
creating an inspiring atmosphere for all.
One day a young girl came,
to join the Saturday art class,
hiding her right arm behind back.
She had been born without hand,
her face filled with deep shame,
reminding Eleanor of Violet years ago.
The girl sat in corner quietly,
afraid to touch the paint brushes,
fearing the judgment of other children.
Quincy noticed her immediately and walked,
over with a warm gentle smile,
kneeling down to her eye level.
He did not look at arm,
he looked at her bright eyes,
welcoming her to his creative space.
Then he called Violet over to,
show the young girl her hand,
the three-fingered hand that made music.
Violet walked over with a smile,
holding out her hand proudly today,
wiggling her fingers with joyful energy.
"My brother is a great artist,"
Violet told the shy young girl,
"and he says our hands are,"
"the best designs in the world."
"They are made for special things,"
she whispered giving her a brush,
"like music and beautiful bright paintings."
The young girl looked at Violet,
then looked at the paint brush,
the shame melting from her face.
She took the brush with pride,
dipping it into bright yellow paint,
beginning to draw on her canvas.
It was a small beautiful miracle,
the same miracle that happened sandbox,
repeating itself to heal another soul.
Eleanor watched from the studio door,
her heart bursting with deep emotion,
seeing her daughter pass on light.
The cycle of trauma was broken,
replaced by a cycle of healing,
that would touch many other lives.
They were no longer just survivors,
they were healers and bright teachers,
bringing light to the dark places.
The studio became a place hope,
for anyone who felt completely broken,
or rejected by the cruel world.
Quincy and Violet were the guides,
May you like
leading the way with their art,
and their beautiful unshakeable love today.
