Scenario:There is a father painting withgentle strokes and beside him on the floorthere is a small mischiefies son drawing with his tongue showing a bit on the corner of his mouth to show concentration .He shows his father his drawing proudyly but is not happy that his father gently tries to guide him into betterment of his work so he leaves very angry .At night the son is sleeping soundly but is awakened by a steady tap tap tap of a trickle of water in his forhead .He wakes up only to see the man he drew earlier crying So the small boy asks him why you cry ? The man in the drawing cried you drew just one leg
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There is a father painting withgentle strokes and beside him on the floorthere is a small mischiefies son drawing with his tongue showing a bit on the corner of his mouth to show concentration .He shows his father his drawing proudyly but is not happy that his father gently tries to guide him into betterment of his work so he leaves very angry .At night the son is sleeping soundly but is awakened by a steady tap tap tap of a trickle of water in his forhead .He wakes up only to see the man he drew earlier crying So the small boy asks him why you cry ? The man in the drawing cried you drew just one leg
Dylan Carter
sensitive, and determined. Dylan often draws with his tongue out in concentration, showcasing his passion for art. His father, a painter, tries to guide him but Dylan feels stifled by his criticism. One night, he dreams of the man he drew crying because he only drew one leg. This encounter inspires Dylan to continue pursuing his artistic dreams.
Emily Carter
patient, and understanding. Emily encourages Dylan's creativity by providing materials and space for him to draw freely. She mediates between her husband and son when conflicts arise over artistic guidance. Her presence offers stability and comfort in the family dynamic.
Jason Carter
critical, and encouraging. Jason tries to teach Dylan proper drawing techniques but unintentionally discourages him. Despite this, he shows pride in Dylan's work and encourages him to continue drawing. His relationship with Dylan is complex as he balances nurturing his son's talent while pushing him to improve.
I was sitting on the floor beside my father who was painting, and I was drawing too.
My tongue was showing a bit on the corner of my mouth, as I drew with all my concentration.
I swayed to the left and to the right as I drew.
I was dreaming of becoming an artist just like my father when I grew up.
My father was also swaying to the left and to the right as he painted, probably because he was listening to music in his mind.
He suddenly tapped me lightly on the shoulder and I turned back immediately with my drawing to show him.
I showed him my drawing proudly.
He was smiling as he took the paper from me.
The smile in my face suddenly disappeared when I saw him holding his pen over my drawing.
I pulled the paper away from him and held it in my chest.
His pen was hovering in the air where my drawing had been.
The smile on his face disappeared as he lowered his hand.
"I just wanted to show you how to make it better," he said softly, reaching out to me.
I scrambled backward, my socks sliding on the wooden floor.
The paper crumpled a bit in my tight grip.
My father started to stand up, but I was already running toward my room.
Behind me, I heard him calling my name, but I slammed my bedroom door shut and slid down against it. I was sleeping soundly when I woke up suddenly to the steady tap tap tap of a trickle of water on my forehead.
I opened my eyes to see the man I drew earlier crying.
"Why do you cry?"
I asked him.
The man was standing over my bed, his face looming over me.
He was like a reflection in water, his form wavy and distorted.
His tears were dripping steadily from his eyes onto my forehead.
I wiped them off with the back of my hand.
"Why do you cry?"
I asked again.
He gestured to his legs.
I looked down at the drawing.
The man I drew only had one leg.
The other side of his body ended abruptly where I had forgotten to draw it.
"I am suffering because I have just one leg," he said, sobbing.
I felt a pang of guilt in my stomach.
I remembered rushing through that part of the drawing when Dad tried to take it away from me.
I reached for my pencil, determined to make him whole.
