Painting
I work as a teacher in an art school, it is actually a tutoring program in a medium-sized building, as I say sometimes, my son is passionate about art like me, so passionate that he wants everything he draws to have realism, There are times where realism cannot always be achieved, getting to the point, I came home one tense afternoon, having to deal with annoying students, when I opened the door, my oldest son surprised me, it shocked me a little, to which then the he says with excitement in his tone. “I'm sorry if I scared you, but I drew you a picture for Father's Day!” “Thank you very much, son” I responded with tiredness and pleasure in my tone, the illustration was based on our family eating spaghetti, with a text above that said “HAPPY DAY DADDY”, or that's what I thought, since my youngest son didn't was in the photo, what confused me the most is that the red paint was too realistic, not even close to the word, but hey, maybe my son spent his money on those expensive brushes from those boutique stalls. I felt an air of lack of communication in the house, they are not one of those in which there is no one in the house, but one in which that someone was missing. “Where is your little brother?” I asked with concern, my son answered me nervously. “I don't know, he told me that he went to the basketball court.” I started calling his phone, what I got was a long wait until the phone classified the call as a “missed call.”
7 hours passed, I hired a detective, but they didn't find me, little one, not even the most expert detective, which cost me an arm and a leg to get, I was depressed, I lost someone I loved, a little one to be on the streets, I started going to therapy, I wasn't going to stay with this pain for long.
1 year passed, I recovered from depression, when I got home after work, my son surprised me, this time with another portrait. “Hey dad, I know it's not Father's Day, but I made this just for you,” he responds happily. It was very kind of him, the illustration was about me and him skydiving, a text at the top that said “You are the best dad I have ever had”, but there was something that didn't completely fit me, the color red was very different this time , this one was of a lower quality than last year's painting, but hey, maybe he didn't have the money to buy better brushes.
“Thank you, champion, would you like me to make the caramelized cookies that you like?” I asked him, “Obviously!” he responded happily. After snacking, I went to take out the trash. “Hey dad, how about I take out the trash?” He interrupted, with nervousness in his voice, “No, you did a lot in the house, I'll take it out.” I went outside with the bag and closed the door, I headed towards the shed where I threw the waste, a nauseating smell welcomed me. “Damn vermin, eating the garbage back,” I muttered in frustration, but that smell was too putrid that I had to see where it was coming from.
The smell was hidden in wooden planks, I grabbed a screwdriver and loosened it little by little, when I saw what was there, I fell into tears, it was my youngest son, in reality it was his lifeless body, which I reported missing, I started to cry a sea of tears, until I stopped crying, but not for a good reason, his body, there was a knife wound on his chest, in which there was dried blood, then, it came to my mind that portrait my eldest son gave me last year…
Credited to ElBonBoncito
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