An Innocent Mistake (#Wattys2016)

Chapter 6

I wake up early in the morning, when the new day has conquered over the darkness and nightmares of the last night. It is bright and shining like it restores all the good times from every little chances.

My curtains are not entirely drawn over, but a thin line from the middle is divided and the light is beaming in. I can see the tiny dust particles in that ray, bouncing among each other. For me that much light is more than enough. It has brightened my room.

At this moment of the early morning like around eight o' clock, there is nothing to do and sleeping is not in my hand anymore. So I decide to begin drawing Tessie. I place the Tessie in the front, propping on the pillow and position it in a desirable angle. I take my pencil and sketch pad and root the first contour line.

In the time when I have nothing to do beside taking a small nap until everybody wakes up, I have found the best thing to fill in that time.

I really enjoy drawing Tessie. It is something different.

While drawing, the time passes and eleven strike the clock. I am already done with the drawing, except I have to shade in. My favorite part.

By this time I know that my parents are suppose to be wake up. This is not the weekday routine, but since it was weekend, Saturday, they sleep to the fullest, until their eyes flicker on by themselves feeling the morning welcoming at the first sight and not waking up by force. I go downstairs and expectedly look at the dining table. But unfortunately I fight looking at the empty one. The open style kitchen is untouched since the last time it was used to cook dinner.

I wait on the staircase and predict, when would my parents be awake if they have not been by now. I can't bear being hungry for any longer.

My eyes are bubbled by a blur after staring for too long. I then blink to toss away that blur. I know staying like this won't work and neither it's worth it. So I go back to my room.

I stay in the room for about another hour and determine to check again downstairs. As I politely pull the door to close and begin to tip toe away, that my ear rings with someone's conversation and that minute I have figured that my parents were awake, and have commenced to eat breakfast. I wonder that my mother hadn't come to check if what I was doing. Did she deliberately didn't bother or she didn't remember? I question myself.

I slip down at the dining table. The funny part is that I am seeing my dad after one whole week. Every morning he would leave early to his office and return home very late, like when I am probably gone to sleep. Living in the same house and encountering each other for after a week is abnormal. I feel that work is necessary at its level and the family is the first priority. But it's nothing more than a opinion for me, because I can't fix that by stating my inner thoughts out loud.

As I take a seat, pulling out the chair, my dad follows his vision up to me and smirks. "Good morning sweetie."

Instead of saying something, I simply smile back. I feel that, that saying that was an adult's responsibility.

"Hey, sweetie." My mom comes by with a teapot, steam curling out. "Had you been sleeping that long? I was about to bother you."

"No I woke up early. I was drawing." I say.

Dad finishes nibbling on his bite and clears his mouth to speak. "By hearing that, how is your art going?"

I am confused at what to say. "It's good. I have added so many other things to my collection. Hold on I will show it to you." I dart to my room and as abruptly chase back down, and flip to the page that has the drawing of Tessie. "This is the new one that I drew. How is it?"