Novel & Cerita My Dream Society Drawing

And she’s glad her daughter was coping really well with the same hobby they share—drawing. Ilang sandali pa, naengganyo na rin siyang sabayan ang anak niya sa pagdo-drawing. She reached for a blank sheet of paper, picked up a pencil and started to draw. She drew one of her concepts for a dream wedding that has been bugging her head for some time now. The wedding she had in mind will take place in the middle of a colorful flower farm with the sun rising on the backdrop. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. She can almost feel the warmth of the new morning sun on her skin with the scent of the fresh flowers surrounding her.

Pinisil pisil ko ang daliri ko at matapang siyang tinignan. Kaya mo iyan, Ren. Just be true to your self. “I picked and draw this theme dahil gusto kong I heal yung younger self ko... When I was younger, palagi akong nakakakita ng mga pang fairytale na gown o kung ano man. Dagdag pa na ang mga laging napapanood ko ay patungkol sa mga mahika... But sadly, hindi ko kayang maisuot ang bagay na iyon dahil, Kapos kami sa pera... At sa murang edad inintindi ko iyon. dahil that's the reality... But now, hindi man ako ang magsusuot ng gown na iyan pero I would be very happy kung ako naman ang mismong gagawa kung sakaling ma approve iyan... Gusto kong ipakita sa mga bata na hindi pa huli ang lahat p

sagot niya. Umakyat kami sa unit ko. Pagpasok namin, binuksan ko ang isang maliit na lamp sa living room. Kinuha ko ang sketchpad mula sa shelf at inilapag sa table. Binuksan ko ito sa gitna—isang drawing ng isang maliit na park na may maraming benches at isang community library. "I drew this back in college," kwento ko habang tinitingnan namin ang drawing. "It was my dream project. Isang space kung saan pwedeng tumambay ang kahit sino nang walang kailangang bayaran."

Masayang pumalakpak ang bata. "Guguhit tayo ng dream family." Napatingin sina Sophia at Alexander sa isa't isa. Halos sabay silang napabuntong-hininga. --- Nagsimula silang gumuhit. Tahimik na nagkukulay si Mia. Habang si Sophia naman ay tumutulong dito. Paminsan-minsan ay sumasali rin si Alexander. At sa hindi nila namamalayan, nagsisimula silang magtawanan.

May hawak siyang lumang notebook—sketchpad ito ni Callyx mula pa noong apat na taon siya. Binuklat niya ito. Karamihan ay drawing lang ng mga ulap, puso, at superhero. Pero sa isang pahina, may drawing ng isang lalaking nakaupo sa couch. Katabi ang isang batang lalaking may hawak na toy car. Hindi niya maalala kung kailan ito iginuhit ng anak. Pero ang caption sa ilalim ng crayon drawing ay—“I dream of him.”

Not a quick doodle. A portrait. A drawing of me asleep—with tubes attached, bruises still fresh, hair in a messy bun—but peaceful. Then I flipped to the next. It was me again. This time, carrying a baby in a sunlit garden. The details were surreal—the way the wind caught my hair, the outline of the child’s laugh, the small text at the corner: “My dream if she wakes up.” Sunod-sunod ko silang binuksan—drawings of our wedding, ako in a gown, siya in a suit na parang out of place pero confident. Me with gray hair, smiling beside an older version of him, both of us sitting on a porch swing.

It is a colored milktea dress with a shape of sago. Natasha was so focused, hindi niya namalayan na halos isang oras din siya sa pagguhit niyon. And then when it finished, she was so satisfied. Then she put her signature name in it, 'EnDi'. Natasha grabs her phone and takes a picture of her expert 4D drawing. She made a beautiful collage. Then she thought of uploading it to her secret social media page. Before she uploaded it, she composed a simple caption with, 'Draw a dress in mind. This is every girl's favourite. Inspired by Milktea.' she then uploaded it.

I focused on the face of the lady, the seven magnificent creatures, and the strange, otherworldly place that kept appearing in my dreams. I only started doing this recently, after realizing that these weren’t just ordinary dreams. Na sa likod ako at walang katabi, idagdag pang may malalaking katawan ang na sa harapan ko. No one noticed me as I finished my sketches, especially not my teacher.