Word Prompt: Serendipity
He was one of the greatest masters ever known. His paintings were works of art coveted by many and afforded by very few. Every perfect creation of his managed to stun.
Every one, except his only child who showed no interest in following her father’s footsteps.
He splashed color on canvas, creating another beautiful masterpiece even as he splashed her with rage crushing her spirit a bit more.
How could it be that his daughter couldn’t even draw a straight line, he wondered, shunning and slighting her.
Till he was called to the hospital, where his daughter lay, among the tubes and instrument surrounding her.
An accident, he was told.
He held her tiny hand and cried.
He prayed, for her life and forgiveness.
Dawn had turned to dusk when he finally looked up, and smiled.
He saw the crooked line of the ECG machine and silently begged her to make some more.