MY painting has arrived!!!

I was a little excited after work.The moment I walked out from the clinic, before returning home, I went straight to the frame shop to check whether my paintings are done.
When I passed the coupons over to them for collection, my heart was pounding with excitement, hoping it will turn out nice.

I don't mean to brag, but it's been a while since I've painted. I think I'll start  painting again to "get away from worldly problems".
There are often times I simply wish to be someone else.
Often times whenever I am seeing a patient, I felt I was the one receiving the healing.
I feel tired of coming back to a not so homely environment house.
The reaction which I was hoping for was at least a smile with a tinge of compliment. But, no. The first thing i was told,"What a waste of money."

Waking in the door these days, was like entering a dark zone. No one asked how was my day, nobody showed any concerned about what happened that particular day that happened?
Instead of being greeted with "hi! How was your day? or wow, that is beautiful," I was instead to that i was again putting money to the waste and that there is no space left in the house..
What the heck. If there ain't nothing good to say, better don't ay anything.