Novel & Cerita Grandma Drawing

I had never had such a grand feast. "The braised ribs are delicious, Mom! Serve some to your grandmother, Ash." "Eat more, Grandma. The crabs arrived this morning. They're very fresh!" Grandma, who was supposed to be suffering from dementia, sat steadily at the head of the dining table. She was holding a juicy crab leg, and her lips were covered in grease. Uncle Daniel peeled crab for her while my aunt, Molly Franklin, piled the crab meat on her plate. Meanwhile, Ashton was scrolling through his phone while chewing on a braised rib.

Grandma Moore examined the painting and said, “This old rag?” She furrowed her brow in thought. “I can’t quite remember. I think it was already here when my great-grandfather had it. It’s always been used as a shoe mat, so I never paid much attention to it.” Lucius took a deep breath and earnestly looked at Grandma Moore. “Grandma, will you sell me this painting?” Grandma Moore was momentarily taken aback but then smiled, revealing her gap-toothed grin. “You silly child, you’re so excited over an old rag. If you want it, I will just give it to you.”

"Alone. I wanted to show Grandpa my drawing. Too bad he fell asleep. Do old people like to sleep during the day?" She blinked her eyes, instantly remembering her Grandpa. "I don't know why old people like to sleep during the day, but I hope your grandpa wakes up soon so you can show him your drawing. You draw very well, Dear." "Really?" The child looked up with sparkling eyes. She stroked his hair gently, "Yes, your drawings are very beautiful." "I still have some drawings that I left on my bike. Do you want to see?" She nodded enthusiastically, "Yes, show me."

“Don’t cry.” I smiled weakly and knelt to her level. “I’m okay. But thank you for defending me.” She nodded. “Let’s make something nice for Grandma. Something that will make her heart happy.” We spent the next hour working together. I pulled out some colored paper, glue, ribbon, and markers. Lily drew little hearts and flowers and wrote “Get Well Soon Grandma” in big crooked letters. I cut out shapes and added some gentle watercolor flowers. “It’s perfect,” I said, holding the card up to the light.

Grandma turned around in her seat to watch Enzo and Grandpa make their way toward us. “Ugh, finally.” Grandma said, catching their attention, “What took you so long?” “A good game.” Grandpa said, coming straight to me. Or rather, toward Emmy. “What’s my little girl doing? Did you paint your face with strawberries, dear?” Before his hands could reach her, they were slapped away by Grandma. “Wash your hands first. So dirty.” She said, scrunching up her nose.

She had heard a little bit of noise and knew someone came but had left later. After they were done eating they decided to do something recreational. Nuella was awed at how good grandma was with painting, she on the other hand was a bad painter. “Grandma you are so talented, this is really beautiful” she stared at the painting grandma made of a mountain. Grandma May smiled as she kept on painting “It’s an hobby” “It’s just too perfect” Nuella admired her painting “Which mountain is this grandma?” “A mountain I always go for prayers few times in a year”

"Hello, Maya." She went back to her drawing. "I'm busy." He almost smiled. "I can see that." "Grandma said I could draw until lunch. So I am drawing." "What are you drawing?" She held up the sketchbook. The sea. Waves. A boat. Three figures on the shore. A man with light brown hair. A woman with dark hair. And a little girl between them. "That's me, mama and Papa Sam," she said. "We are looking at the ocean."

I was too young to notice Grandma bleeding from between her legs. Ten years had since passed. Grandma continued selling her ugly baby paintings through the decade. Even if she increased the price by tenfold, many still lined up for her service. However, she recently started to look for an apprentice, saying that she wanted to pass on her skills now that she was getting old. I volunteered, "Grandma, I could learn painting from you!" "No way!" Grandma adamantly refused to teach me her baby-painting skills, even though I was already an adult.

Grandma May took the paper and opened it to see a portrait of a woman drawn by him with a pencil. “Mm, your drawing’s great. It looks like a real person. Your skills have yet again improved,” she praised.

"You guys are wonderful." "Mine got first place, Mum! Miss Agatha promised to hang it on the wall of fame!" Powell boasted, grinning as he gave his drawing to me. "They said it's the best drawing ever!" "Of course it is!" I leaned down and placed kisses on their foreheads. "Come on, darlings. There's a place we need to go." "Where?" They looked up, frowning. "Aren't we going home?" "Not at all. We're visiting Pa James." "Who is he?" "Your great-grandpa."