For some inexplicable reason, I had overlooked what was in the middle of it all. It was a vague painting of a face whose countenance could not be seen. But I knew it was that of a girl, however devoid of detail the painting was.
A rainbow flew onto my paper, and so did sunshine, its rays outstretching. I tried to portray my dreams, which led to abstract results. I painted all of the letters I had received and written, and all of the sunsets I had seen. I vaguely depicted a boy and a girl holding hands. A heart locket was present, as was a baby wrapped in a blanket. I painted open fields of flowers and a dove flying freely. I painted all that I had ever loved and cherished, and all that I would never forget.