My Lost Portrait
The weather is always perfect in San Diego, or at least that’s what people have told me. I’ve been here for six days and it’s been cloudy with no warmth from the sun. I woke up a little earlier than usual today to take a quick hike down the Tiger Trail and possibly get some inspiration for my next landscape painting. I grab my bag from the other side of the hotel room and then gently wake my younger brother up, “Hey, I’m going to go out for a walk, do you need anything?”, Aiden looks up at me and smiles. Aiden is eleven years old, I took responsibility for him when my parents passed away from a horrible accident five years ago. “Yes, let me sleep” Tyler laughs and turns to his side to fall asleep again.
