My Dream Family Drawing Novels & Stories

But he’ll be proud of me for surviving, won’t he? I sit down on the dried leaves at the foot of the tree, leaning my back against the trunk. My head tilts to the side as I look at the box. The word “email” is written on it in crooked handwriting. I wrote that when I was young. The purple bow on the right corner came from one of my stuffed animals. It tore off years ago, so I put it on Nate’s box. We had a rule that once we designed each other’s box, we couldn’t change or remove anything from it. We and our crazy rules.

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...

If you hadn't been biased, I wouldn't have kept pretending to be sick! "Love us equally? You can dig Elena up and ask her if she thinks you would truly love us equally!" Mom and Dad sat on the ground, tears and snot streaming down their faces. They looked as if they had aged ten years overnight. Jonathan watched quietly, finding it all utterly absurd. He had actually tortured his wife to death for such a crazy, twisted family. He sighed, spoke with the police about what would follow, and stepped over the three of them to leave. Suddenly, a hand gripped his ankle tightly. Adriana's nails nearly pierced his flesh. "Jonathan, I just want to ask you one thing. Did you ever like me at all?"

I asked, crouching beside him. Without hesitation, he held up the paper and showed it to me proudly. “This is my family.” I looked at the drawing. There were three figures, sketched with bright, cheerful colors. In the center, a small child with the name Noah written above him. On the left, a man with black hair and a tie—clearly Liam. And on the right… a woman with long hair in a red dress. Emily. Her name was written, too. I wasn’t in the picture.

When my SAT results come in, I'm stunned to see a score of just 550, even though I've always been one of the top students in my class. For the first time, my parents pull me into a hug and gently reassure me. "It's okay. We'll pay for you to retake the SAT next time." Tears well up in my eyes as I promise them, "I'll get into a good college next time. I won't let you down." They prepare a lavish dinner, then send me off to bed with smiles. Late that night, I hear laughter coming from my parents' room. A beat later, I hear the voice of my little sister, Olivia Clark, drifting through the crack in the door. "Mom, Dad, you're amazing! I'll be headed to a top college soon!"

My half-brother, Jim Sullivan, pushed me down a snowy mountain, leaving me with a fractured spine. My mom, Doris Moore, and my wife, Julia Stone, rushed me to the hospital in a panic. Later, they learned that I might be permanently paralyzed. To put my mind at ease, Julia held up a ring and swore that she would take care of me for the rest of my life. Mom also cut ties with Jim, saying she would make him pay for what he had done. They told me Jim fell off a cliff while trying to escape, and they never found his body. I believed them. That was until three years into my marriage, a friend sent me a video. In the footage, Jim, who was supposed to be dead, was holding a child in his left

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.”

“Oh yeah? What is it?” Hero pulls something from the small pocket of his suit—a folded piece of paper with a drawing he made himself with crayons. It’s a picture of ours little family: me, Freya, and him, standing in front of a house with the sun shining above us. Freya takes the drawing with trembling hands, her eyes glistening slightly. “Hero… this is wonderful.” Hero grins proudly. “Mommy said home isn’t about a place, it’s about the people in it. So this is our home!”

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?”