Short Story Painting

This painting is called Usurer with a Tearful Woman, painted in 1654, but Gabriel Metsu. The painter is Dutch and was born in 1629 and died in 1667. The painting can be found in the Museum of Fine Arts, Boston.

In this painting, the woman has borrowed money and can't pay it back. She is begging the lender to be a little leniant with her because she's extremely poor. The lender of the money looks cruel and money hungry while the begger looks very sad and in need of help. This painting would go very well in my house because at one point or another, we all struggled with money, and every time we would look at it, the painting would remind us of the rough times. This would keep motivating my family to strive for bigger things and work hard to achieve them.

An original short story:
I was sitting in my living room whatching the television show Blue's Clues learning my shapes and colors when I looked over and noticed the big painting on the opposite wall. It seemed to intrigue me more than the T.V. so I walked over to it and pondered about what it could mean. This painting wasn't like any I've seen in my story books. This one was very dark and dreary and looked like it was painted a long time ago. There was a woman standing over a table with a man sitting in a chair. The man had a lot of money on the table and looked very mean and wealthy. I know people like him. Then I looked at the woman and realized she was poor and very sad and needed his money. I don't understand why he couldn't just let her have some because he certainly didn't need all of that.
Shortly after I was still staring at the picture and my mother walked into the room. She saw that I was gazing at the wall.
"Hunny, what are you looking at over there?" she asked.
"Oh nothing. Just looking at this painting," I replied.
She looked at me, surprised I was intrigued by art.
"Mommy, why is the lady so sad?" I asked.
She walked over to me and began to explain that the woman was going through a tough time in her life and couldn't make any money. "She needed help and no one would give her any. So, she had to resort to borrowing money from a mean old man. Eventually, she couldn't even pay him back, and he grew angrier."
"So then what does she do? What happened to her?" I asked anxiously.
"Well, she knew she had to go back to school and get an education that could get her a job and make money. So, she did just that."
"Well, is she happier now?"
"She is very happy."
My mother kissed me on the forehead and went back to doing laundry. Ever since that day I have had much respect for my mother and the things she did for me and my brother and sister. She is one of the reasons I am so determined and self-motivated to be successful.