Chapter 21. Honey Bun-Bun

It was my first day out of the apartment, everyone was very proud of me. My first solo exhibition, I was there as a thank you to Trisha and Brenton. Everyone was there, Gemma, Benji, Jacqueline, Mom, Dad, and even my twin brothers.

They were hoping that I would talk, but all were just happy that I was out of my apartment. There was a man who was supposed to do an article about me, but Brenton was by my side and told him that I was inspired by the Tibetan monk and said it's part of my journey as an artist to not say a word. I squeezed his hand as a thank you, his wife, Nicolette hugged me and told me she was very proud of me.

The turnout was better than expected, strangers were admiring my paintings, and Trisha and her people were busy explaining about the paintings. I was introduced and people seemed to like it more that I was not talking. They seemed to like that I'm a weird artist. Small dot stickers were put on the wall next to the sold paintings, champagne and hors d