Emojis Drawing Novels & Stories

At the center was a small wooden box he had been secretly working on for weeks. “Look!” he said proudly, lifting the lid to reveal a collection of carefully folded drawings. Emily gasped softly. “Luca, these are beautiful.” He beamed. “I made them for you and Dad. Each one is a story about us.” I knelt down beside him, my throat tightening as I looked through the drawings. There we were, stick figures holding hands, standing under a bright yellow sun, surrounded by hearts and stars. Another drawing showed our home with flowers blooming around it, and in the center, the three of us smiling.

His notes were divided into doodles with emojis carved next to them, actual notes from the class, and a drawing that he was working on. Taking a closer look, my eyes grew wide in amusement. There on his page was a drawing of Professor Alexis and boy did he get it right in every angle. I saw his astute eyes squinted with rapt attention to the lines and curves he was concluding. "She scolds you and you draw her... Is that your game?" My eyes glanced at the watermark he placed towards the rear left of the drawing. His writing was beautiful and he was left handed.

His shoes are gone, hair in a messed halo, clutching a folded sheet of paper with a crayon drawing that is both ridiculous and the most perfect thing I have ever seen. “Daddy!” He launches at me and collapses into my lap, arms flinging around my neck. His hug is fierce and immediate and I realize how desperately I wanted this to be normal. His small hands are warm; the smell of soap and crayons surrounds him. His little legs are damp from running through the corridor, and he presses his drawing into my chest. “Eli,” I say, voice thick. “Hey, mate.” He presses the drawing up to my face. “I made another one for you. It’s a rocket-robot that spits water to put out bad guys.” He grins as if he’s