Grandma Drawing Novels & Stories

Even with everything going on, they found joy in the smallest things like a storybook, a bean plant, a teacher’s praise. “Mama?” Mabel’s voice broke into my thoughts. “Yes, sweetheart?” “Can we bring some of our drawings to show Grandma when she comes home?” I smiled, warmth spreading through me at her thoughtfulness, “I think she’d love that. Why don’t we pick out a few after breakfast?” Mabel grinned, and Miles nodded eagerly, his cheeks stuffed like a chipmunk.

It was a piece of A4 paper, and she handed it to her grandmother. “Me and Shane drew that when we were at Aunt Tam's house. We've never met you before, so we just asked Mom to describe what you look like. I'm sorry if the drawing is too ugly, Grandma," Shania said shyly to her grandmother, and her grandmother accepted the paper from her. On the paper was a drawing of a woman, and even though it looked abstract and didn't look like her at all, it was still enough to make Patricia smile again. “This is the most beautiful drawing I have ever seen. You two are truly talented painters,” said the old woman as she moved her arms to hug the children once more.

She’d taken an interest in drawing lately, and it had stuck more than her previous interests had. But then again, she’s only five. There was plenty of time for her to find herself yet. “This is me, this is Mommy, this is Daddy, this is you Uncle Kells, and Aunt Gemi, Simon, Sawyer and Sadie,” she frowns. “I couldn’t draw Uncle Haden and Aunt Gemi big, so they are small.” She points to the smaller figures at the side. I notice another figure drawn in between Lucy and the figure who is supposed to be me, smaller than everyone and beaming.

Mrs Shiella asked, staring at the drawing with a crinkled nose. "Yes, Grandma," Fred replied happily. The kid must have been so happy to have drawn his grandma, it was only right for them to appreciate him. "You did great, my boy! I love drawing. She's as beautiful as me, right, Valeria?" Mrs Shiella asked, taking her gaze towards her. "Yes, sure, the drawing is just as beautiful as grandma's."

"I love you too, sweet boy. More than anything." Lily appeared beside them, her voice sweet. "Mama, I drew a picture of Grandma. The one who's in heaven." Aria looked at the drawing, her heart aching. It was a beautiful picture of her mother, surrounded by flowers and light. "It's beautiful, sweet girl. Thank you." Lily hugged her tight. "I love you, Mama. I'm glad Grandma is watching over us." Aria held her close. "I love you too, sweet girl. More than anything."

"Mom, let's play puzzles then draw... but can you draw, Mom?" Gemma smiled and nodded. Clement stood up happily, and when Gemma didn't know what her son was going to do, the boy quickly ran out of the room. Gemma was worried that she had said something that made Clement angry and left, but she quickly brushed that thought aside because Clement was always smiling. When Clement returned, he held a lot of white paper and colored pencils in his hand. "Mom, teach me how to draw," Clement said, then pushed aside the puzzle pieces and placed the white paper in front of Gemma.

"You slut! What dirty deals did you make for this funeral? You're not worthy of being my fiancée." He raised his hand to slap me, but a strong grip stopped him. A stern middle-aged man pushed him aside and helped me up. "A grown man hitting a woman? Have some shame." Joseph hurried over, whispering, "Charlotte, this is General Soto." Tears spilled out of me before I could stop them, sudden and violent, like someone clinging to a last scrap of hope. "General," I cried, "they won't let me bury my grandpa. They even put a dog in his grave to humiliate him."

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.

"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.