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Magical Seeds

The next morning I woke up realizing my alarm never went off. I was late for school! As I quickly got up on my feet panicking, I took a pause and looked at my calendar. Phew it was Saturday, no class today. I had lost time. Probably because I've been so busy these past couple days. I lied back down on my bed and rested a bit while I played music from my phone. As I was laying there, I just started to think about what happened last night. I remember my mom getting out of hand and abusing my father. He left. I hope he comes back later today. I miss him already. I remember the box I found under my bed, packed with my first communion things. I got up and sat next to the box. I remember my mother spying on me and Hayes when I was telling him stories about Jesus. She seemed so upset.

I glanced at the box. I could definitely use this to help mother. I can help her become loving again. She can be a true mother again.

I looked at the crucifix and came up with an idea. I took it out of the box and tip toed over the mothers bedroom. I could see her through the door that was left ajar. She was still sleeping. Perfect. I quietly walked down the hallway and checked on Hayes. He was also still sleeping. Good, no distractions. I went back to my room and took my sketchbook out of my book shelf. I sat down at my desk and flipped the sketchbook to a blank page. I placed the crucifix right next to the sketchbook. Then I grabbed my good drawing pencil and started to outline the cross shape. I tried to make it look like a real cross but with a gothic twist to it. When I finished shading light and dark parts of it, I enhanced it with drawing pretty roses around the large gothic cross. I took my paintbrush and a small container of my red velvet colored paint. I filled in the roses and they looked surprisingly real. I stepped back and looked at the overall piece of art. I thought it looked beautiful and I was so proud of myself. By the time I was done, I was afraid my mom would be awake by now. So I quickly but carefully picked up the sketchbook with my drawing inside and went downstairs. I walked into the kitchen and thank God she wasn't in there yet. So I went over to the coffee maker on top of the counter and placed my artwork next to it. I was about to walk away when I realized forgot to write a message. I took a nearby pencil and wrote.

Remember the cross is God's love for us and Jesus is always with you. Love you~ Adrian.

I smiled at it and I suddenly heard footsteps coming down the steps. I quickly went to the bathroom nearby and closed the door, but not completely. I peeked through the crack and watched as my mom passed the door sleepily. I think she went over to the living room because I heard the television turn on. It took a couple minutes but she finally walked into the kitchen and started to make herself breakfast. I was so anxious to see her reaction when she sees my drawing I made for her. She took her plate over to the counter top, and watched her show on tv. She turned to the coffee maker to make a cup of her usual straight black coffee (ew) and suddenly stopped. Her eyes were as wide as golf balls as she saw the artwork lying right next to it. She stepped forward and gave it a closer look. I can see she read the message silently in her head as her eyes moved left to right. Her reaction toned down after a few seconds of taking it all in. Her eyes started to water. They weren't tears of happiness nor sadness. But realization. I smiled and watched as she picked it up and bit her lips. She slowly made her way past the bathroom door and up the stairs again. Yes I've done it. This is a good sign. She didn't ignore the drawing but she embraced it. I didn't expect it to go that well. I'm so proud of myself. That was the first out of many "seeds" I have yet to plant.

{Narrator POV}
Jane was in complete shock. She didn't know what to think. Her daughter had drawn and even painted a cross for her. Even though she thought Adrian had hated her and would never show love for her any longer. She does remember what the meaning of the cross is. She does remember God. But it's so blurry in her mind. She's starting to realize that Adrian is starting to become fond of her faith again. And now she's starting to teach her son, Hayes. Jane feels she just doesn't have enough time for God. She wants to just stay home and relax. But it's not doing her any good. Because she feels so relaxed at home, she started to get involved in drinking. She gave up her job as a teacher to become an alcoholic. It's not what she intended but she doesn't care. But now she feels bad that she hadn't been teaching Adrian, Hayes, and even herself about Jesus. Now she has forgotten all about Gods ways.