I was a painter. I used to draw and paint back when i was in high school. My mother forced me to do it, so i obliged. My mother never get tired of teaching me. She wants to saw her daughter win on a contest, so i did. I won, but it's never enough for her. Until one day, i get tired of doing it, i lost my interest and i never knew i'll lost her in that moment. She met an accident. An accident that changed my whole life. I never make her happy, i never make her proud. I was so devastated at that time so i paint to make her proud, but my fingers starts to tremble. I'm in the corner, and i'm right there crying the whole time knowing that i won't see my mother's face again. And in that time, i totally lost my interest in my passion. Art used to be what i lived for. And now i'm in the biggest rut of my life. Sadly, i can't make art anymore.