Finally…

For the first time she had been recognized for her talents. A quiet, unassuming woman who had been talked down to the majority of her life… She had never known a compliment and when she’d finally received praise, she grasped it tightly within her clutches and would die to protect it’s memory in her heart.

Her work efforts were more intense than ever now.

She painted, painted and painted some more until she developed blisters on her fingers from the stem of the paint brush.

Her love, her passion, her secret work was now driving her more steadily and like a team of bulls pushing a man into a mud pit, she could not stop…

Although her work was no longer entirely secret, it seemed to her that it was only barely exposed to the world, but that tiny bit of exposure was stardom to this woman who had starved for affection, attention and compliments her entire life.

She was not blind, nor was she deaf…. She could see the love displayed from one person to another as she walked down the street and watched other people interact.  She heard the sweet nothings men whispered into the ears of women and the shrills of delight from women experiencing one form of exciting attention or another. She knew there was more to life than was ever directed at her.

Thus, when she had that one moment wherein someone saw her and not only saw her, but appreciated and nearly worshiped her….treated her as an equal or even a superior for the skill of her paintings that they delighted over, she could not help but feast on the moment and later on the memory of what had been so short-lived, but so rapturously provided her.

It was the one meal she would never forget. The meal she would think about when she woke each day….as she worked and as she fell asleep.

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