Father and Daughter

Judith's pov

"WOW!" I exclaimed simultaneously the moment my dad led me into his workroom where he spent time drawing and painting at his leisure.

"This is how I keep myself occupied when I'm less busy," He said with a smile.

"This is beautiful Dad," I said.

“Your mom made me fall in love with Art. I thought my eyes would pop out from its socket the first time I entered her art gallery in your grandfather's house, and guess what? Even now I still feel the same way each time I walk through the door. I miss her so much and this is one way I have kept her close all these years,” My dad said with a deep sigh as he looked around the room.

It was obvious that whatever it was my parents both shared was beautiful. I could tell his love for her was everything he wanted.

“The studio is like a work of art itself. An architectural work of art,” I said and He beamed a smile at me.

“Yeah. It was designed in memory of your mom, I made sure it looked exactly like the one in her father's house