I went through some photos at my parents' house last weekend and came across this one. During my early childhood, my parents painted some cool abstracts together and would bring my sister, Anne, and me (far right) to art fairs, where they would sell their work. Since there are no records of their sales back then, I have no idea where these paintings ended up. As I got older, my parents got so immersed in parenting that they stopped painting, which makes me sad. And these sweet photographic memories serve as a proper reminder to me to never stop creating.