Someone asked me if I could draw Lisa to and here it is:
This is how Lisa would grief over her dead brother. Sitting in the treehouse with a picture of Bart, candle and a rose. This was so hard for her. She had never felt more alone then now. This was in the late evening when the darkness had come to Springfield. It was close to bedtime but she couldn`t sleep. She would, as the last respect for her brother, sit in his treehouse. The treehouse her brother had been in so many times.
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