Mom peeped through the door gap. Aaron’s canvas, brush and clothes lay in a heap.
‘’Let me.’’
‘’But mom...’’ Aaron blocked the way. She pushed him aside and closed the door behind her.
Mom began to fold his clothes. What was that underneath? Just another one of his canvases.
She stared, spellbound, at the freshly painted parrot. There was something lifelike about it.
An hour later, Aaron entered his empty room. He looked at the parrot, now more lifelike with mom’s eyes. He shrugged, took a brush and started to ‘add value’ to his painting.