Susana took one last look at the canvas, examining her work. It had just rained in Florence, and the streets were still wet and colored with the reflection of the pink sunset. The scene that had caught Susana's eye was now shown on her canvas in bright water colors. A mother and her daughter holding hands, walking through the beautiful city. Susana depicted the love in the mother's eyes as she looked down on her child, and the daughter's dark hair blowing in the wind. Taking a deep breath, Susana walked inside and sulked up the stairs, no different from any other day. Her father met her halfway through the stairs and snatched the painting from her hand before she could even describe the meaning behind it. Letting out another sigh, she traveled the rest of the way up to her bedroom much slower than her father walked up the stairs.

Susana got ready to sleep, thinking about all of the paintings she ever made. It was hard for her to accept the fact that she didn't get the credit for them. But it is helping the family, she thought. That was the only reason stopping her from fighting for the credit. The next morning, her father was working already when she went to the kitchen. He had set out his offers for the day- some bread, dough, and other bakery foods to try to sell to people. She must've looked especially gloomy that day, or maybe angry, because her father assured her that the painting sold fast and the money would help the family out. It would keep the baking scheme he had set up from going out of "business," if one could even call it in business.

Susana knew it was selfish, but she just wanted people to know she had some talent. All day, she stayed home getting taught by her mother, doing nothing special. She went to church with her family. She was betrothed but not married yet, and would probably lead a life much like her mother's. If only her paintings would be known as hers, her life could be different. She just wanted freedom from her father. If she took credit for her paintings, she wondered if she could be emancipated to be a legal adult. Susana just wanted something to change. She couldn't help but let the humbleness slip away more and more as her paintings were sold off as her father's paintings.

Later in the week, Susana stood outside of a magnificent church. She started painting the church, and painted people around it. The water paints showed many people around one young girl. The girl was standing, looking confused but also brave and faithful at the same time. She seemed to understand the people around her despite her fear and confusion, and the people looked very angelic and kind. Susana knew right away that this painting would be a popular creation and would sell for a lot of money. It will help the family, she thought. But her anger overcame her for a moment. She painted random strokes all over the canvas, and then snapped it in half.