Nagdradrawing Na Bata Novels & Stories

he said as he pulled out the drawing copy from his bag. "So what will we do today?" he asked. "Today I will teach you to draw a puppy." I said and there was a big smile on Avik's face. I draw a puppy and gave the copy to him and ask him to try the drawing. After few minutes the doorbell rang and I saw a woman and a young girl and as she looked at me she hid behind the woman. "Hello. I am Neha and she is my daughter Richa. She is six years old and I think it will be good for her if she learns drawing from now on. I mean at least the basics.."

He holds one out to me, “see? Water soluble.” I take the marker from him, “it also says for toddlers.” “So?” He argues as he picks up another one. He shakes it briefly and draws a stick figure on the white tile, “this is you and this is me,” he tells me as he draws another one next to it. He grabs another color and draws a house, “and this is our house.” Another color and another smaller stick figure, “and this is our kid playing with our dog.”

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.

She must be better than Ella Lazy, better than everyone. But even if he sat down to play, he still couldn't solve it. The baby immediately went to Ella Lazy with anger, at this time Ella Lazy was sitting and drawing pictures. The baby's painting is very beautiful, a picture of a mother and a baby, the mother holds the baby's hand and walks on a beautiful flower field, the colors of the picture are rich, the images are lifelike. A Hie looked at the teacher even more angry, how can she be so beautiful? Aaaah is the baby inferior? It can not be.

Alexander called, rummaging through the backpack the nanny was still holding, before pulling a crumpled sheet of paper from inside and running it over to his parents "I drew you today in class!" “Oh, dear, thank you so much.” Rose held Angela with only one arm so she could lift Alexander with the other; they might already be three years old and getting bigger than her heart was ready to accept, but they would always be her babies and there was always room on her lap to rock them to "Let Mommy see your drawing."

--- When I stepped back inside, Naya sat at the dining table, her gaze fixed on the child before her. Aiden—was quietly drawing, his tiny hands moving the crayon across the paper with careful, focused strokes. I forced a smile, stepping forward. “What’s this?” Naya glanced at me, her expression unreadable. “He’s drawing his home.” My stomach dropped. I stepped closer, glancing at the paper— And felt my pulse stutter. The drawing was crude and childish, but it was detailed. A massive mansion, much larger than the home we were in. Tall towers, thick stone walls, and a heavy iron gate. There was a garden, a fountain, even a damn guard post.