POV: Olivia

“Hey, pumpkins!” I laughed, kneeling to wrap my arms around them. “Are you ready to paint today?”

“Yes! We’ve been waiting!” Brian exclaimed, holding up a tiny paintbrush like a trophy. A wave of pride swelled in my chest. Despite everything that had happened, here they were, innocent and excited about what their futures could hold in this studio of dreams. This was where I belonged. This is why I fought so hard. I wish to empower their hopes, to inspire their creativity. Not just them, everyone who loves and appreciates art.

Art gives me a sense of peace and tranquility, it’s my escape from my sister and...