The Exhibit

"How long have you been sculpting?" 

The car ride was too quiet that she blurted random questions in her head. There was light traffic and it seemed like they were already late for the exhibit. Bobby already received a call from the venue. 

"I grew up watching my mom do it. And she would always make me play around with her leftover clays." he smiled at the memories. 

The memories of her mother's brightly lit studio due to the wide stained glass windows came to mind. The image in his mind was so vivid, he could almost see the strand of his mother's hair that would always fall on her face whenever she was busy concentrating on the piece she was working on.

She would always ask him to smoothen her hair and tie it for her. He blinked with the memories. He missed his mother until these days, probably until he met her in the afterlife.