Novel & Cerita My Dream Family Drawing

I couldn’t even hide my smile… it stretched slowly and warmly across my lips before I surrendered the board to him. He took it with careful fingers, like he was receiving something sacred. He stared at it. And I watched his face instead of the drawing. My drawing was small and cute… a tiny family holding hands under a sun, smiling. A mother… a father… and a little child between them. No crowns. No pack symbols. Just love. Just peace. Safe to say it was exactly what I wanted. A life with him and our kids, safe from chaos. “I love it,” he said quietly, eyes still on the drawing.

I always dreamed of a family. I guess dreams do come true

"Deal. From now on, everything we do is a choice, not an obligation." My phone buzzes with a text from Lily's teacher: "Lily drew the most beautiful picture today of her family. She wanted me to send it to her parents." The attached image shows three stick figures holding hands under a rainbow - me, Brett, and Lily, with "MY FOREVER FAMILY" written in her handwriting across the top. "Look," I show Brett the drawing. His eyes fill with tears. "Forever family." "Is that what we are?" I ask. "That's exactly what we are." Brett traces the crude drawing with his finger. "The family that chose each other."

he says and immediately goes back to his drawing. He still calls me Kyla, never “Mom,” but the way he says my name is filled with affection and comfort. And honestly, that’s enough. “Morning, sweetheart,” I reply, kissing the top of his head. “What are you working on?” He holds up the paper proudly. “It’s a family picture.” My heart melts instantly. He points as he names each stick figure. “That’s me, that’s Dad, that’s you, that’s uncle Jake, that's Chanel and Elias, and that’s the baby!”

she said excitedly, “show him the drawing we made!” Before Rosa could protest, Celeste pulled out her small sketchbook from her bag. It was filled with colorful doodles, but the page she flipped to was heartbreakingly clear: a family of four, standing hand-in-hand in front of a giant hospital with “Fleming House of Hope” scrawled across it in clumsy print. Cedric. Rosa. Cassian. Celeste. Below the drawing, she’d scribbled, “One day, we’ll be together for real.”

To be present instead of perpetually preparing for loss. I found Hope in her room, drawing. Pictures of wolves and people and families. "What are you drawing, baby?" "Our family. See? That's you. That's Daddy. That's me. We're all together." "That's beautiful." "And here's Aunt Lucy. And Uncle Edward. And all the pack. Everyone together. Happy." The innocence broke my heart. She had no concept of threats. Of enemies. Of conspiracy trying to destroy her family. She just knew love. Connection. Simple joy of being together.

He walked towards me but seeing that I paid no heed to him, he came up behind me. "WOW" He gasped out loud as he saw the painting. "Isn't it complete and beautiful?" I asked him, quietly. "It is perfect'' He whispered. A family was drawn on the canvas. A man and a woman and a child, together, hand in hand. It was something I always wanted my whole life and so did Hayden. A complete and happy family with no worries, what-so-ever. I let out a sigh, resting my head on his shoulders as his hand rested on my waist. I closed my eyes, imagining what the world would be for me if I had a family like this. The memories of my childhood surfaced in my mind. I opened my eyes and picked up the painting, s

Amelia's POV "Tell me about your dream family," I requested, a shy smile gracing my lips. Eddie's gaze turned dreamy, his eyes fixed on a point somewhere beyond the trees. "Two kids," he mused, "a boy and a girl. Maybe even a pair of rambunctious golden retrievers thrown into the mix." My heart skipped a beat. "A boy and a girl?" I echoed, surprise laced with a tremor of delight.

she said with a smile, shaking the painting in her hand. Tyr stood up and walked towards her. “You can show it to Daddy now. What did you draw?” “I drew our family.” With that, Cyrene handed the painting in her hand to Tyr as she explained, “Daddy, look! I painted so well that I won first place with this.” Tyr took a look at the painting, which depicted their family of five. Cyrene stood in the middle. Next to her were Tyr and Winifred, who were holding Vega and Altair in their arms.

The uneven lines and shaky handwriting made it painfully clear how much hope had been poured into a single piece of paper. Three thin figures held hands. A small figure stood in their middle, a happy smile on its face. Next to the smaller figure was a large man. Though drawn awkwardly, I could recognize that this was me because under it was the word “Papa.” On the smaller figure’s left side was another bigger figure, and longer hair was drawn on the figure. Then below it was written “Mama.” Then underneath the family portrait were bold words. “I wish Papa, Mama and Leo could be one big happy family.”