Rhehan cried silently, while the lady was painting. She was unaware of what was happening behind her back. Not once did it cross her mind that the trait which she used long ago, to recognize her son in his foster home, could also be used by him, similarly after so many years!
Rhehan looked at the lady, who now held the brush with left hand and drew dark colored lines with her right hand, to complete the other corner of canvas. This made Rhehan completely sure that she was an ambidextrous, having been able to use brush with her left hand with utmost and equal precision.
He wiped away his tears and stood up. He walked slowly towards the lady with shivering legs. Should I ask her? Will she refuse? What if all this is just my imagination? I will be heart-broken again. But I need to clear this doubt or I will keep thinking about it until my death!
He stood calmly besides Elizabeth looking at the painting. Elizabeth smiled, looking at Rhehan and continued to paint. "You like it?"
