Cute Foxy Drawing Novels & Stories

No one to soothe my back when I'm on edge. No one to tolerate all my bullshit, unconditionally. I struggle to my feet and head to the kitchen, looking for something to sober up. The moment I open the fridge, I freeze. Taped to the door is a crinkled drawing. A doodle Leo made when he was five. Three wolves. One big, one medium, one small. The big one is majestic and proud. The medium one is gentle and beautiful. The smallest one is hiding behind them. Underneath, in crooked letters: My Dad, Mom, and Me.

"This is for you. It's a house, with a cat. Do you like cats?" Lily studied the drawing. "What's the cat's name?" You'd think she was a supervisor in a hotel checking how perfectly the rooms were cleaned. "Fluffy." "Fluffy is a good name." The other kids soon crowded around, each pressing their drawings into Lily's hands. A flower, rainbow, family of stick figures with horrifying huge smiles, a circle with eyes that was supposed to be a dog. At every stop, Lily collected the sketch and turned to show me, then added it to the growing pile in her arms.