When you have no friend and suddenly get one...perhaps it becomes hard to leave behind?
Working in the fields, I would see my son playing around with the mistress's daughter as she painted outside in the sun, too busy dwelling on her canvas.
He was growing close to her and she was inseparable from him. He would tie her red hairs up with his own invented rubber of twigs and flowers...
She would run around like a bird, posing as the Queen who had just been crowned...so happy.
In the coming years, the countryside mansion was enveloped with their innocent and pure love.
I had never known that this would turn into something just more...not just too little but so much more.
Tinsley grew up before my eyes and under my son's watch. Her mother was too busy trying to please her husband who rarely visited them...
