Remedy

Sketch.

  She hasn't drawn for four years. As she skims through the pages of her old sketchbook, she murmurs, "gosh," under her breath. I mean, they weren't that bad, but every time she turns to the next page, she seems to cripple a little inside. The dark silver markings etched intricately among the blank white pages. Figures of her family, the tree, lips, and eyes, from where she could go on and on, but the sketchbook was not yet finished. 

Wait, they were still not finished. How could she forget that it can be done, that there is still time, so much time to improve at last? Thinking about this actually leaped her heart out of her chest and caused her face to glow. 

"I can- I can finish this sketchbook!" she beams. 

"They're great," she hears her mother's voice right behind her, causing her to instantly shut the book and shy away. 

"Mom, what are you doing here?" she asks.

"Stop, open it. Is that me? How wonderful," tears come out of her eyes as she begins to laugh like jingle bells on Christmas day. Her mother is drawn laying down on the couch.

"Oh man, that's hilarious," her father peeks in behind her chair.

"Hey, they love your drawings," her big brother pats her back. 

Maybe after all, just maybe, they were not just drawings. They were flawed, but had a story beneath each page, which was nothing to be ashamed about. They were a part of her heart, which she loved more than anything.. Oh, they were something that made sense to her and those around her, though maybe not to someone who would see it the first time. As they all say, the art-work is always important to the artist. She looked back and thought about the time where her brother told her, that each mistake in art creates something different and unique itself. She can bring the magic to life.

"You're right mom, here let me show you all, because this was four years ago, but I never have," she takes a deep breath and lets them all see, especially her mother. Picture of her brother sitting down on the table with a smile on his face, giant head, tiny body..Hm, yeah needs a bit improvement, but it shows a somehow cartoon to her theme, everyone with a blasting head! Her mother, sleeping like a princess, with the blanket on her half-way done. Her father, oh her father... let's let that be the next page.