"When you look at something as a piece of something bigger, everything is a masterpiece of art"
Jane realized in her fourth period. She didn't enjoy being lectured about the mysteries of math and her thoughts always drifted away from whatever Mr Hopkins was saying. He was a very enthusiastic teacher and Jane admired that. Even when she knew she would, for as long as she went to school, never understand a single word. She could sense that Mr Hopkins believed in the beauty of math.
Skye seemed to see that beauty in the numbers too. Jane used to think Skye was insane for liking dull numbers and the ways you could put them into relation to each other. Now, she watched her older sister, tutoring her in the art of formulas and graphs. Without looking carefully, the look on her face was concentrated but in her ocean-blue eyes Jane could see the hint of something shimmering. Something bigger. Something that brightened up her whole face.
Once, she caught Skye looking at Jeffrey that way.
He returned a similar look. But that was nothing new. Jeffery was easily enchanted by the sounds of music. Every time he played music or listened to it, he looked as if he had entered a different world. In the beginning Jane only knew that he was good with playing music, creating rhythms and tunes. Later, Jane liked to read the emotions on his face. Watch the passion about music. She swears he always looked a little as if he couldn't believe his luck.
Lucky, the dog that Batty adopted made her face shine. Whether he learned a new trick, listened to Batty or barked at the neighbors. Whenever, Batty praised Lucky by telling her she was a good girl, her face lit up. Jane was grateful, that she found her strength in teaching. Sometimes Batty spent afternoons, weekends and holidays training and improving. It took much time and love, eventually she had created a masterpiece.
Jane told Rosalind about her thoughts. The oldest Penderwick sister smiled.
"I watched you all grow and build your own masterpieces." She replied. "All the little miracles lead to who you became. But also the experiences and mistakes that had to be made before. In the end everything positive finds its way to turn out in an amazing way."
Jane agreed. Rosy was the best example of that. She had mastered the art of always being there for everyone. She was trusted with all secrets; she was the one everyone went to for help, advice or just a nice chat. She was the one, holding the family together. In a metaphorical sense, she build a home.
"You will build a masterpiece of your own too, Jane. In fact, I think you already did and have not realized it yet." Rosy smiled and turned towards the waffles she was preparing.
Just one year later Jane published her first book.
It included all exciting, hilarious, touching and sometimes dangerous moments of her childhood.
All the good and the bad. All mistakes and all miracles. All the little moments and memories made up a whole, complete story.
On the first page it read:
"I wrote this book for everyone. This is an opportunity to realize that when you look at something as a piece of something bigger, everything is a masterpiece of art."