When I had finished, I exhaled deeply and sat back to admire my work. “Wow, Essie,â€? Casimir said. “It’s like you portrayed heaven through your own eyes.â€? “What do you mean?â€? I asked him. “What I’m trying to say is, you appeared to have taken every piece of goodness, love, and truth and incorporated it into the painting. I reckon it’s a whimsical masterpiece,â€? Casimir replied. A couple minutes later, during social hour, many of the girls had several comments and questions for Casimir. They were things such as, “Wow! I never heard of you before. But there’s a plaque in the meeting all that gives your father recognition as a big sponsor for this camp. Have you ever been here before?â€?
“I was here two years ago when he accepted an award,â€? Casimir replied dryly.
“Where do you live? Are you from around here?â€?
“I live about three minutes away from this camp.â€?
“Why does your father sponsor this camp? What made him decide to?â€?
“My mother went here,â€? he said quietly. I knew this was a sensitive subject for him.