NoelleSaison

It was a cold, stormy night over 10 years ago when I dramatically threw myself into my bed sheets. "I stink at art! I can't do it anything like you!", I pitifully screamed at my sister. My sister tried to be sympathetic instead of annoyed at her little sister, and sighed almost as if in defeat. As I continued to sob into my pillow, my sister managed to calm me down and whispered the encouragement that made me the artist I am today.           "Don't worry, Noelle. All you need to do is keep practicing!" "But I have been practicing! and I'm still no good". I started to well up again         "...Listen, I am four years older than you. Tha