My Dream Family Drawing Novels & Stories

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.

He came home from preschool clutching a crumpled piece of paper, presenting it to both of them at the kitchen table with solemn pride. "It's us," he announced. "Family day picture. Teacher said draw your family." Sophia took the paper, her fingers trembling. The drawing showed three lopsided stick figures under a crayon sun: Mommy. Daddy. Me. No one else. No fourth figure waiting at the edges. "You didn't draw anyone else," she said softly, glancing at Alexander. He had gone entirely still beside her, his throat working. "Why would I?" Ethan looked between them, confused by the question. "You're my family. That's it. That's all of it."

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

When she steps back, I notice how much Tyler resembles her — same eyes, same smile — only hers carries softness where his holds restraint. Mr. Walker soon joins us, wearing an apron and a proud grin. “Come in! Dinner’s almost ready!” The living room glows under soft lights. Family photos fill the peach-colored walls — moments frozen in time. Tyler as a kid, laughing. Tyler as a teen, awkwardly tall and bright-eyed. I can’t help but wonder when that smile faded. We sit, and conversation flows. They’re easy people — welcoming, warm. For once, I feel the ghost of belonging.

"It's nothing. Lilica is my favourite." "Mommmy!" Lilica shouts as she runs back into the living room. She gives me the sketch book, and my smile widens as I study it. It's a beautiful drawing of a tree with Lilica at the root, while Luis is on the right, and my name is on the left. It's titled 'Our Happy Family', and that warms my heart. We'll always remain a happy family, at least until Lilica is finally Luis's daughter and our contract expires.

Elias was sitting on the floor, showing Hope his drawings. "This is my dinosaur collection," Elias said proudly. Hope smiled. "You drew all of these?" "Yes." Elias pointed at one picture. "This one is my favorite." "What is it?" "A family." Hope looked closer. The drawing was simple. A childlike picture of four people holding hands. A father. A mother. A boy. A girl. Adrian saw it from across the room. His chest tightened. A family. The one thing he had wanted more than anything. Then suddenly...