My Dream Family Drawing นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Sometimes they were built slowly, through love, patience, and the decision to keep showing up. My gaze drifted to the framed drawing on the bedside table. Leo had drawn it several weeks ago. Three stick figures stood beneath a bright blue sky while an oversized dog occupied nearly half the page. One figure represented him. One represented me. The third represented Dylan. There had been no hesitation in the way Leo included him, and that realization still warmed me every time I looked at it. Family. The word carried a different meaning now.

"You're really very surprised, of course. I don't know if you love me or not. In the star, you replace change, but older brother true, true, very glad, very happy happiness. Every time your older brother is beside you, be afraid that this is just a sleep dream!" quiet heart." Go for that. This cannot be a dream; it is reality. Em would like to be beside her older brother forever and ever! We will _ yes, one family, happy happiness, the real child, good docile more. " Brother, Miss Draw Figure left heart in chest.

With confusion and hurt on his face he asked, “Why wouldn't I be interested?” “Well, for starters, Artimous is a unicorn, Greagan and Laylan are elves and Ivy is a fairy. Why would you really be interested in some fairytale dream your silly wife has from time to time? I just didn't figure that a big, strong strapping man like you would be interested in my crazy dream,” I rambled as I ran my fingers in his chest hair. I bit my bottom lip as I always do and waited for his response. My mom used to tell me that one day I would end up biting my lip off completely if I didn't quit. Of course, I never really listened to her so I never stopped. I looked into his face but I couldn't read his expressi

I drew our family in the garden, with Great-Grandma Elena teaching me about flowers, Mommy and Daddy holding hands, and even Uncle Thomas sitting far away but still part of the picture. "Tell me about your drawing, Emma." "It's our family now. See how everyone has space to breathe but we're still all together? That's how families should be." I added some dolphins in the background because dolphins always made pictures better. "Uncle Thomas is still family, but he's learning how to be family without taking up all the space." Dr. Sarah looked at my drawing for a long time. "Emma, you've been very brave through all of this. How do you feel about your family now?"

She urged, bouncing on her toes. Ashton hesitated, then turned the paper so I could see. It was worse than I’d thought. She hadn’t just drawn a family. She had drawn us. The woman, me, had a crown of yellow hair like sunshine. Ashton stood tall beside me, drawn in bold black crayon, holding hands with three little stick children. And beneath the whole thing, written in wobbly letters: “MY FAMILEE.” My heart stuttered. “Ashton said it was really good,” Kate added proudly. “He said he’d keep it in his office so he doesn’t forget us.”

Definitely not what someone would expect such things to sound like. Silence fell upon them, the two creatures that were present looking at the girl, while she kept humming to herself, convincing her small mind that it was just a bad dream and that her mom would come to wake her up and offer her to sleep in her bed. She didn't think about her dad, they didn't have the same relationship. Richard was always working, barely spending time at home and only coming back when night time came and he didn't have somewhere to go.

Nothing to give me a clue about where I came from or who my parents were. The sound of Miles’ footsteps pulls me from my thoughts. He runs into the living room with a crayon drawing in his hand. “Mommy, look!” he says, thrusting the paper at me. “I drawed our family!” I take the drawing, my heart melting at the sight. Miles has drawn three stick figures—a big one with brown hair, a bigger one with black hair, and a small one between them. Me, Arthur, and Miles. We’re all holding hands, the sun shining above us.

The calm and quiet helped relax her distressed soul. As the whiskey spread through her body making her feel warm and tired she went to bed slipping into a sleep full of dreadful dreams. Maybe she even looked forward to seeing her brother. That was her only connection to her family. Dada... Look what I have made! A 9 year old Anya stood with her recent drawing very proud of herself. Their teachers had asked them to draw a family. She had drawn only her brother and a house next to a river which was full of fishes.

Around me, students started moving. Some smiled. Some whispered. Some already had ideas. But me… I just sat there. Holding my pencil. Not moving. Family. What is family? A father? A mother? A home? Love? Pain? I didn’t know anymore. Slowly… I placed my pencil on the paper. I closed my eyes for a second. Then I started drawing. A woman. A child. Standing together. Close. Very close. But behind them… Empty space. No one else.

We’ve had a lot of loss in this family. For uncle Gabriel I draw a picture of him with grandpa Daniel and grandma Isla. I know they aren’t my real grandparents but I wish I could’ve met them. I draw grandpa Thierry again with Braydon and his parents for auntie Keila and uncle Owen. I do the same thing for uncle Mark and auntie Daniela. The last one I draw is of mom and dad with all of us kids. I leave space to add the new baby once it’s born. I draw Malayah happy just like I remember her. I roll each drawing up and wrap a bow around them with name tags.