In response to Sonya’s 3 line tale, week # 130
Mini loved her world of colours and could infuse life into any canvas with her brushes, much to the chagrin of her father, who wanted her to pursue sciences like him.
After a heated altercation with him in the morning, she came back from school, aghast to find all her paintings trampled and colors scattered all across the floor.
From then on, her life was just an insipid blank canvas, devoid of any colors or emotions.
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