NB: this is still a continuation of Nadia's flashback when she was a child. By maintaining Nadia's point of view.
^Nadia pov^
Happy continuing.
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"ready? One two three ..."
We turned the painting together at the count of three.
"hah? Why am I in a picture like this!" I shouted hysterically when I saw the painting that was just given to me by my sister.
"Hahaha, that means stupid!" chuckle my sister. "Then, try to tell me why you drew me like this," said Brother next to me while holding out his right hand to take the snack that was on the table.
"Show me again," I said to my sister, and my sister took the cellphone and took a picture, then gave the cellphone to me.
"Can you tell me now?" my sister asked me calmly, a smile still etched on her face.
The look on your sister's face reflects happiness, even if it's only because it's a worthless painting painted by a teenager.
