Framed Sunset

A framed, hand-drawn picture sits around Grandma Okamoto's Buddhist altar.
I've come to visit Okamoto's house for the first time in a while, and there are more pictures than before.
Okamoto is a bit of a celebrity, having won numerous awards in the high school art club.
A painting of a blurred orange sky and clouds.
I wonder why this is the only picture that has always been displayed above the altar?
"Hey, Okamoto. This is the only picture you keep displayed up there; is there a reason for that?"
"Oh, this sunset painting is one I drew when I was in second grade. Everyone in class told me it was bad, but Grandma praised it, saying, 'It's a lovely picture. I like it.' That's when it started. That's why I grew to love drawing. If Grandma hadn't praised me back then, I don't think I would have drawn this much. That's why this picture is special."
"I see. It's a wonderful painting."
"Hehe, thanks."
As I put my hands together in prayer at the altar, I make eye contact with a photo of Okamoto's grandmother.
In the photo, she was smiling while bathed in the light of the sunset that Okamoto had painted.

I participated in the project by Tarahakani-san.
Details can be found in the following article.