𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭
❝𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 . . . 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞.❞
𝗗𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗰 𝗡𝗶𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝗖𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗼 takes on his role as his sister's right hand man and he'll do any mi...
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"Can you pass me the white paint, ma chérie?" Grand-père questions. "I seem to have made my red a little too red."
"You haven't told me what you're painting yet," I mention as I hand him the cup of white paint.
"It's a rainbow." He lifts the square canvas with shaky hands and turns it toward me. "A little dedication to our favorite movie, huh?"
The Wizard of Oz.
I smile. "We should watch it tonight."
"We already did last night."
"So?" I ask. "What's wrong with watching it every night?" Truth is, I ask to watch the movie every night because I'm terrified that the one night we don't is when he passes.
Grand-père shrugs. "I assumed you would've gotten tired of watching the same movie over and over again."
"Never." I dip my paintbrush into a light pink and blend it in with the orange. I'm painting a sunset with clouds. "It's our movie, Grand-père. We've watched it every weekend for as long as I can remember."
It was actually the movie my grand-père put on when he welcomed me into his home permanently. I'd never watched it until that night. I was crying for my dad because he left me alone. My grand-père brought me to his living room, gave me a box of Oreos, and put the Wizard of Oz on.
He held me the entire time we watched the movie.
I remember falling asleep in his arms.
"Grand-père?"
"Oui, ma chérie?"
"Can we watch the movie the same way we did the night I came to live with you?"
"Of course we can," Grand-père responds, setting his canvas on the nightstand, and handing me his paintbrush. "You and I need to talk about what's to come soon."
