Muskan looked around to remove her anxiety from her mind as she stepped into her mother's bedroom. It looked exactly like she remembered. Purple walls, white curtains and the smell of her mother.
Mother... Her mother. Because of whom she was anxious today.
'Would she be disappointed that I chose this path?' Muskan as she held her painting in her left hand.
Her reverie was broken when she looked at the mirror of dressing table where some words were written with red lipstick.
“I am always with you.”, Muskan read with a smile.
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