My Dream Family Drawing Novels & Stories

Only after they saw me sign the agreement did they smile with relief. "Elena, you've finally matured. You're finally taking your sister and this family into consideration. Don't blame us for this. Your birth was so complicated that it caused Adriana to be born with poor health. Compared to you, she needs us more. "But we won't shortchange you. The family's assets will be split equally between you and your sister. We won't give you any less." I shook my head, suppressing the bitterness in my heart. "Give it all to Adriana. I won't need those things anymore."

"Mama, look, I drew us, that is you and that is me and that is uncle Julian and that is Amanda." I crossed the room and lowered myself to the floor beside him, taking the paper he thrust at me. Four figures in a row, different sizes, all with wildly disproportionate heads and enormous smiles, the tallest one wore what appeared to be a red dress. "That is a beautiful family," I told him. He nodded with great seriousness. "I am going to draw a dog next, can we get a dog mama." "But Aunt Amanda is scared of dogs," I replied, and he dissolved into giggles, falling sideways onto the carpet and kicking his feet, and I sat there watching him laugh with the particular contentment of a woman who knew

My eyebrows furrowed as i walked closer to it, my jaw tightened as i took a look of what she was drawing. A tired sigh left my lips, I brought my hand up and let my fingers run over the painting. It was a guy standing, beside him stood a girl, with a little baby in her arms. The guy's eyes were at the little baby, his hand on her hair with a big smile on his face. Whereas the girl looking at the guy, the same smile over her lips. I bit the inside of my cheek. The drawing is us. The small family we were supposed to be. The future we thought we gonna have.

Ever since Charlotte came into the family, she had been the apple of the family’s eye. Now that I had found success, they didn’t think about being proud of me first. Instead, they wanted to pull me back into the family where I always came second. I stopped Keith from stepping in to defend me. My eyes met theirs with composure. “Are you done putting on this act?” Since I wasn’t the least bit swayed, the family grimaced. With no lingering sentiment between us, I went on talking. “You were worried that I’d burn myself out?” My voice was flat. “Was that why you threw my dreams away and let Charlotte take credit as Mom’s student?”

Michael grinned, shoving his paper at the laptop’s screen like he wanted to pass it through to her, knocking it off my lap. “Michael!” I shouted, catching it before it fell off. “Don’t put it on the screen again. Just hold it in front of it. She’ll see it.” “Okay,” He nodded and shifted his hands back, allowing us to see her face again. “See my drawing. This is my papa, my mama, Leon, me, Nathan, and Yuki. One big happy family.” “Oh, my sweet heaven! That’s the most beautiful drawing I have ever seen.” She gasped, placing her hand on her lips. I caught a little tear hanging at the corner of her eyes. “A big happy family indeed.”

Her dark curls framed her round face, and wide brown eyes peeked up at me shyly. “What are we drawing?” I asked, brushing a curl from her cheek. She hesitated, her small fingers tracing the edge of the sketch pad. “A family,” she said softly. My chest tightened. “That sounds lovely. Do you want me to help you?” She nodded, handing me the pencil. I guided her hand gently across the page, sketching the outline of a house. “Who’s in the family?” I asked. She pointed at the paper. “A mommy and a daddy.” Her finger paused, then she added, “And me.”

He marveled at her drawing skill but then to think of it, he did not really understand the illustration of her art. It's a drawing of six people with the caption “Family forever”. "What's this beautiful art all about? Uncle Damon is finding it hard to fathom its meaning, can you help with that?" Damon asked. "That's us, uncle." She dropped plainly. "Us...?" They all chorused simultaneously as the three boys rushed to feed their eyes. "How is this us...?" "Yeah. Mom, uncle Damon and the quadruplet too. Uncle Damon is now part of the family as our new dad." She explained, pointing at the older male in the drawing.

“Mommy! Daddy!” We turned. He stood there in his little pajamas, holding a half-drawn sketchbook. His innocent grin warmed our hearts. Damon crouched down and lifted Kael into his arms. “What are you drawing, champ?” Kael giggled. “A family. Look!” He showed us the paper—three stick figures holding hands, with a small one in the middle that looked like a baby. “That’s Mommy, that’s you, and that’s me. And that’s the baby!”

Kabir asked, placing his hands gently on Kavish's shoulders. Kavish looked up, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "I'm making a family drawing, Daddy! See!" He proudly turned the paper toward Kabir, revealing a colorful array of bear-like figures, each one distinctly different in size. Above each bear, he had written names with arrows pointing to their respective figures: Edhaa, Kavish, Mumma, and Daddy. Kabir's heart swelled with warmth as he took in the artwork. "Wow! Breaking all the crockery kind of helped, huh?" he chuckled, a smile spreading across his face.

Phil pointed out logically, making both my mother and me laugh. "That makes you extra special then." She patted the bed beside her. "Come show me what you have there." Phil carefully climbed onto the bed and showed her his drawing, a picture of our family, with stick figures labeled "Dad," "Grandma," "Lucas," "Lily," "Ms. Emily," and himself in the center. "This is beautiful," my mother said, tears forming in her eyes. "You're quite the artist." "Ms. Emily says I'm good at drawing," Phil said proudly.