The next morning Trisha walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, opening up the refrigerator to start making breakfast, before quickly shutting the refrigerator and calling for Yaser to get Zayn and to come into the kitchen. Once everyone was standing in the kitchen, Trisha sent a disappointed look to Zayn, who was tiredly wiping his sleepy eyes, and let out a low sigh.
“Zayn, tell me why you did it?” Trisha crossed her arms and looked down at Zayn, waiting for his answer.
“Momma. What are you talking about mamma?” Zayn rubbed his eyes slowly. He slowly looked at Trisha big eyes and she let out a small sigh and picked him up, setting him on the countertop before going and grabbing his drawing from the refrigerator.
“What happened to your drawing Zayn?” Trisha questioned and Zayn looked up at her with big questioning eyes.
“I don’t know, momma. Nothin’ happened momma.” he said. Trisha could tell that
her son was getting frustrated but she wanted answers.
“It’s right there momma! What happened to my drawing?” Zayn’s voice got higher
at the end as he got scared and frantic.
“What happened to his drawing, Trisha?” Yasar questioned now, standing beside them and trying to calm them both down.
“I came to the kitchen this morning to find this blank piece of paper in place of Zayn’s beautiful drawing!” Trisha stated turning to Yasar and showing him the paper where Zayn was sure his drawing had been the night before.
“What happened to my drawing momma?” Zayn asked causing Yasar and Trisha to look over at him with sad eyes.
“I don’t know, sweetie. But we’ll find it!” Trisha told Zayn, picking him up and setting him back down on the floor.
“Now, go to your room and draw momma a new picture.” Yasar kissed Zayn atop of his head before watching him scamper up the stairs into his room. Trisha set the piece of paper on top of the counter and let out a sigh, going back to making breakfast. Yasar looked around the room before his eyes landed upon a small potted plant beside the window.
“Where did you get that lovely plant?” Yasar asked turning towards Trisha, whose head was in the refrigerator finding food. She turned to Yasar with a confused look.
“What plant?” Trisha questioned. To which Yasar pointed to window, where a small pink rose sat in a gray looking pot.
Exactly like the plant Zayn drew.
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Just A Drawing (Zarry Stylik)
FanficEverything Zayn draws comes to life. He doesn’t remember when this exactly started but strange things have been happening to him ever since he first picked up a pencil. He would wake up to find a flower on his desk, or a bird in his room, when he wa...
