The Front of the Class
My dad just called me to the front of his class. He told everyone that I’m his 23 year old daughter, and that I studied art in college. He said how I am just starting my career as a painter. I’m not sure what this has to do with the compressed gas cylinders that they were just talking about in the class but that’s fine I guess. The class is clapping for me right now. They’re not faking it either, I think that they’re really glad I’m here. I’m still not sure what my dad wants me to do but I have my supplies because he wanted me to bring them.
