Chapter Twelve - Terrified

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Chapter Twelve - Terrified

Evidently, about two thousand people had applied for the art program established by 'Billy, The Swiss Painter', but only hundred applicants were selected to be part of the program and I was earnestly bright eyed and bushy tailed when I found out that I was amongst the selected group. Henceforth, plentiful opportunities were to be bestowed upon me and those of my group. What's more, I had never set foot in Switzerland before, thus I was set ablaze with joy when I found out that the program was going to be held in Switzerland for a period of six months, and with all expenses paid  by the sponsors of the program. 

I was very happy that I was selected, though I could not readily sail under false colors and say I was not terrified a little, I mean I was going to be in the same chamber with some of the best painters in the world and I was merely a newbie. Nonetheless, I was neither doubting my artistry nor implying that I was not good enough but in all honesty, I was terrified or better yet, I was incessantly quivering.


I told my mom about this joyous event and I was eager to extend it to my dad as well but I readily knew that he was not fond of my profession and that suspended a cloud of reluctance upon me. I was not looking forward to putting myself in a position that would eventually rain on my parade, the moment at hand was blissful and I wanted to maintain it till the very end of the program. Furthermore, My mother was very happy to hear that my determination was finally high-yielding and it made me happy as well to see her wandering in an ocean of ecstasy on my behalf. It was good to see that at least one of my parents was in harmony with my path.


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However, the program was set to commence in four weeks and I was slightly puzzled, for I didn’t know if I should employ someone to care for my shop while I’m away or to close it until I return, but the latter remark troubled me a lot because I had relentlessly worked my fingers to the bone to get my shop where it was. Nevertheless, I had to make a decision and I did not want to involve my mother, merely because my dad’s resentment towards me would only intensify, so I had to think of something that would not involve my mother, but despite the dilemma at hand, I was very happy and that’s all that mattered to me, being happy.



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