Chapter .51.

I want to apologize to all the  women I have called pretty  before I've called them intelligent or brave.  ~rupi kaur ***  Daisy sits on the back porch with me. She looks at the rocking chairs, taking them in. "Something wrong?" Tearing her gaze away she smiles and shakes her head. I sigh and lean back, looking at the clouds. Daisy looks up with me. "Atlas told me you had a fascination with clouds." I look at Daisy, surprise clear in my voice, "Atlas told you that?" Daisy reaches her hand up, so similar to the many times that I've extended my own arm towards the clouds. "Yes," she whispers, bringing her hand back down and examining it. Her eyes land upon my paint-stained hands. "Why do you keep the paint on your hands?" I look down and stare also at my han