My Dream Family Drawing Novels & Stories

But she was wrong about that too. Two days ago, Emily had been helping Violet with a coloring book when I'd walked into the kitchen. They'd both looked up and smiled at me, real, genuine smiles that had nothing to do with money or fear or obligation. "Look, Alexander!" Violet had held up her drawing. "I drew our family!" It was a simple child's drawing – stick figures holding hands under a rainbow. A man, a woman, a little girl. At the bottom, she'd written "HAPPY FAMILY" in crooked letters.

He was getting better at taking care of a child every day. “Vegetables first,” I told her, setting her down. “Then ice cream.” She pouted but didn’t argue, grabbing my hand and dragging me inside the house, toward the living room. “Come see my new drawing!” Nyla’s latest masterpiece was a chaotic explosion of colors. A bunch of stick figures of her, me, and Alexander holding hands under a giant orange sun. She pointed at it proudly. “See? We’re a family!” My stomach twisted. She was so obsessed with a complete family that sometimes it made me want to give her one. I couldn’t though. Her father was an asshole.

Sophia's POV Liam was sitting on the bed, concentrating, a colored pencil in his hand. The drawing was a joyful mess of green, blue, and yellow scribbles. "What a beautiful drawing, Liam," I said, sitting next to him. "Who are they?" "It's my family," he replied, serious. He pointed at the figures. "That's Daddy Alexander. That's Mommy Victoria. That's Uncle Michael. And that's Aunt Sophia." My heart tightened. The child had included everyone in his perfect world.

Valerie asked curiously. Audrey chuckled as she brought it out. “There it is.” With that, Audrey handed the cardboard paper to Valerie. Reluctantly, Valerie took the paper from her. Staring at the picture, tears circulated in her eyes. “You… You drew this?” “Yes, mommy. That is to tell you how much I've always wanted a complete family. I never said that I will ever meet my mother because daddy doesn't talk about her. This is a picture I drew out of my imagination. So, that's your mommy, daddy and me.” Audrey smiled.

Nola finished as she pointed at the two tiny babies sitting between Katherine's legs in her drawing. "Very good," Dr. Coleman praised. "It's lovely sweetie, you are excellent at drawing," Katherine said. "Okay, so here's our next drawing," Dr. Coleman held up Kat's drawing, which depicted all of them at the beach. She explained what was taking place in the picture and how happy everyone was. Aiden was next. His picture showed him as a protector of his family. He drew them sitting on the couch at home watching cartoons, with his hands embracing them all.

I could see him coming up now. "Daddy quick come and see what I drew" Edward shouted aloud. I guess he also saw him from afar. "Really I'll be right there son" Jones said smiling at me. He got to us and sat closer to me. "Let's see it" he said and Edward gave him the paper. "Wow" Jones said and I smiled at the work my son did. He draw a family more like us. "This is you daddy and mummy and me and Edwin. " He said identifying it with his little finger.

Like I was worth something. This is right. This is what I wanted. This is what I threw away. I looked at Ziva. She was drawing again. Her tongue was sticking out. "What are you drawing?" I asked. She looked up. Her eyes were shining. "A picture of our family," she said. "You. Me. Mommy. All of us together." She held it up. There were three stick figures. One tall. One medium. One small. We were holding hands. We were smiling.

Standing slightly apart from the other two — not far, but apart, with a thin strip of white space between his hand and the family beside him. She held it for a long moment, unsure if Eli had meant that gap or if his hand had simply stopped there without him noticing. She put it in his tray and thought about it through the rest of the morning. That afternoon, once the last child had been collected, she called me. "He drew a family picture today," she said. "I thought you should know." I stood very still in the workroom. "What did it look like?" "Mummy. Him. Daddy." Gently. "The daddy figure was a little bit separate from the other two."

He was sitting on his study chair probably drawing. Silently, I padded my way towards his study table and glanced at whatever he was drawing. My heart squeezed when I looked at the picture of a happy family. “It’s beautiful.” I commented. He had a talent for everything. He was a fast learner. His mind was sharp, everything was perfect about him except for his poor health. “I am drawing a family picture, it’s my dream, Mom.” He said in a low voice. “We’re a happy family, Cass. You and me are happy together, aren’t we?” I caressed his hairs.

Windows that had previously afforded a glimpse into a world of comfort and warmth were now empty, their glass pieces scattered across the desolate ground like shards of long-forgotten memories. When I stepped on it, the sound made me understand something significant had occurred. Inside, torn drapes swayed in the breeze, their lovely fabric ruined by soot. I dashed over to retrieve the drawing of our family that I had made when I was nine years old. In the drawing, I made an image of my mother with the features that my father told me about her. A 9-year-old girl may sketch him a wedding portrait of his family. When my father and my mother were standing side by side, I drew the small puppy th