Novel & Cerita Sad Eyes Drawing

"No, buddy. I'm good." He stared at me with those grey eyes — my eyes — in that unnerving way he had, like he could see straight through to whatever a person was actually feeling. "You look a little bit sad," he said. "Maybe a little bit," I said. "But when you're here it gets better." He thought about this seriously, then gave a small nod like that was a reasonable and acceptable answer, and turned back to pull a drawing out of his bag and present it to Bella with both hands.

"Emma, sometimes it's easier to show feelings than talk about them. Can you draw me a picture of how you feel?" Emma picked up the crayons and started drawing. She worked intently for twenty minutes while Dr. Chen and I sat quietly. When she finished, she pushed the paper across the table. Dr. Chen looked at it. Her face went pale. I leaned over to see. The drawing showed a small figure—clearly a child—locked inside a cage made of black bars. Outside the cage, two large figures faced each other. One had sharp teeth and claws. The other had wild hair and angry eyes. Both were drawn in dark, violent colors.

Right as he was caught up in his thoughts, Kelvin felt a little tug at his sleeve and quickly turn toward the children's safety beside him. Aiden had lifted his drawing board and turned towards Kelvin excitedly. On the blank, white canvas, he drew a man and a woman holding the hands of a young child between them. The skies were blue, the grass was green and the sun was golden yellow in color in the drawing; it was a beautiful sight to be held. When Kelvin saw this, he was stunned by what he had drawn. “Aiden! Do you want to have a mommy?

I did really become free. I smiled as I continued to check my drawings in the old sketchbook. I draw many things but the tone was dark and gloomy. The rabbit I drew was lost in a dark and sparse forest. A bear cub was crying alone in a cave. The flower was wilting and dying. The rocking chair was broken and could no longer be used. They were all expressions of my feelings. It was truly gloomy. When there were only a few pages left, the tone of my drawings changed.

The drawings were brimming with a sense of missing someone and saying goodbye. Madeline ran her fingers over the sketch and murmured, "You're really good at this." Jazzy sat back down quietly. Madeline thought for a second, then asked for a piece of paper. She started sketching quickly, and soon, there was Jazzy, standing on the tree with her arms wide open. However, Madeline added angel wings to her. Jazzy looked at it, stunned, then said in a low voice, "That's not right."

Chloe had asked if he was sad. Mama had been quiet for a moment. Then she'd said, "I think he is. But the sadness is his to carry." Chloe had thought about that. She had thought about the photograph on his mantel from her fourth birthday, the one where she wasn't smiling. She had drawn him once, standing outside the structure in thin grey lines, the kind of drawing that was accurate but that she did not need to look at again, and it was in the back of the sketchbook with the others.

Afternoon light filled Emma's room as she arranged her art stuff like a little scientist. My girl was sorting pencils by color, getting her space ready like it was the biggest thing ever. "Dad, wanna help me draw a picture?" she asked, still focusing on her pencils. "It's for Mom, but I want to get all the feels right." "What kind of feels?" I asked, sitting next to her. Emma grabbed a big paper and started drawing, real good for a five-year-old. "Sad and happy and scared, all together. Like when you really want something but you're worried it'll go away."

"What's it, sweetie?" Saben pushed the paper in her face. "Look! I did this for you! Sabrina took the paper, her heart softening at the sight. It was a drawing of their family—stick figures with big smiles, holding hands. Above them was a bright yellow sun, and beside them was a dog that Saben often talked about wanting. “It’s beautiful, Saben,” Sabrina said, pulling him into a hug. “You’re such a talented artist!” Benedict walked over and crouched beside them, ruffling Saben's hair to give him an occasional genuine but rare smile. "You did this all on your own, buddy?"

Brad pleaded and tears formed in her eyes. "I can't, I'm so weak, heartbroken, bittered and so sad. This is just too much for me to bear, Brad. Why us? Why our friends? Why Drake of all people? He was so kind, sweet, loving, jovial, caring, hard-working, and the list goes on. He was too good to have left the world so soon. Why would anyone take such a cool-headed guy away from the Earth without even letting him enjoy the fruit of his labour, why Brad?" Nicole sobs and Brad was at the brim of tears as he watches his girlfriend weep.

"The new teachers will be very kind to you. No one will ever bully you again." Stanley buried his little face in the crook of my shoulder and gave a muffled "okay". After a moment, he said softly, "Daddy, I drew a picture for you." He handed me the piece of paper. There was a tree and three people on it—me, Stanley, and Carmen, whom he had barely seen since he was old enough to remember. The moment I saw the drawing, tears fell before I could stop them. "Daddy, why are you crying? Did I not draw it well?" Stanley wrapped his arms around mine.