Grandma Drawing Novels & Stories

I stopped on a blank page in the sketchbook I held in my hands and brought his face back to mind. My fingers moved over the page swiftly as I got lost in the thing I love to do most. He's the first person other than mom that I'd drawn there, but I didn't stop to think why that is. Drawing has been my escape since I found my love for it at around age ten. According to grandma, who I still call from the phone, she'd sneakily sent me for my last birthday; it was one of mom's passions as well.

Such a childish and girly tantrum. I covered my face. This was truly embarrassing. It was a good thing that I am the only person seeing this. I could not let Lucas know that I have such a habit before! This would be my secret until the day I die! "Mom, look here! I draw myself and mom!" My mother and I looked at the drawing book. There were two stick figures on the paper. The taller stick has long hair and a big smile with very long lashes that expand longer than the ears. While the shorter stick has twig tails and a small smile.

"You're right. I don't need a gift anyway. Haha." Dominic only smiled. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a neatly folded sheet of drawing paper, and handed it to her. Her fingers trembled as she took it and unfolded it with quiet anticipation. The moment she saw the drawing, she gasped and covered her mouth. A peach tree filled the page. A young version of Autumn lounged on a branch, lazily nibbling a peach. Beneath the tree, her grandmother stood with a cane, pretending to scold her down. The older woman's face carried equal parts irritation and resignation, yet her eyes revealed unmistakable affection.

" Can I see what's inside?" "Yes". " Okay". She opened the paper and was amazed to see a portrait of her face on the paper."Oh my gosh". "You drew this?" Jayden asked Everyone rushed to take a look. "Yes, Grandma showed me her photo and I made a portrait of it". " Wow! This is beautiful".Mia said. "who taught you how to draw?". Theo asked. " No one, My mom told me I got the gift from my grandmother, she said she was a good artist". She said.

“Can I bring grandpa the drawing I made?” “Of course,” I said quietly, “He’ll love it.” She held it up proudly, a messy picture of a man in a black robe standing beside a little girl with dark hair and on her other side was me and there was a giant sun behind. There was no mother drawn in the picture. I didn’t ask why. We got out of the car. I lifted her up in my arms, her tiny fingers digging into the collar of my coat as we walked up the steps.

Solène’s smile never faded as she collected them, her eyes dropping to the drawing Katie had made. “What is this?” She asked gently, taking the drawings—bright colors, uneven shapes, familiar figures. “I’m still learning to draw people.” Katie said, scooting to Solene’s side. Then, one by one, she pointed at the figures on the paper Solene held on top. “This is Grandma, this is you, this is Mommy, and this is Uncle Atlas!” She said, proud of herself. Solène raised a brow. “That’s good. You almost got our faces right.” She laughed.

“We want to show you the drawings we made for Grandpa.” “Oh, I’d love that.” She chuckles, her pearl earrings catching the light as she looks up at Alex. “Can I borrow them for a few minutes?” Alex smiles, though I can see the strain at the corners of his mouth. “Of course. Just don’t wear them out too much.” “Never.” As they start walking down the hallway, Bernard runs ahead, his small voice echoing. “Wait, Grandma! My drawing has a lion!” “A lion?” she says, amused. “Then it must be the fiercest one in the jungle.”

she asks. “Absolutely. Let’s start with basic physics.” Football grabs Peter right — he’s only seven. A ball at his feet feels like home, maybe more. “Can we play, Grandma?” “Baby, I’m fifty-two. I can watch you play.” “That’s boring.” “That’s reality.” Five years old, Hannah draws just like her granddad used to. Her aunt sketches too — family habit, maybe. Out of nowhere, she waves a painting at me. Here’s something I cooked up, her smile says without words.

I got my hopes up for nothing. Leaving her side, I return to the sofa where I was reading a comic, my new batch arrived yesterday while I was at the mini mart with Thea, my head bowed the entire time. “They are a lot of pieces.” she murmurs to herself. I don’t tell her that I drew those ones at the peak of my life, and grandma was my biggest fan, she loved art and hung all of my pieces, I would take them down, but it felt insulting to her memory.