After he arrived from the grocery store, he directly arranged the things he bought. His mother was not there, maybe she was finding a new job. His Mom's a Lawyer, she left her firm at their old town. His Mom's a lawyer but she didn't want to fight for herself in court. She didn't like that at all, that's why she hired a friend of hers to help here on her divorce.
After arranging the food he bought, he directly got to his room and read some of the books about art. He's majoring art. He just loved making paintings and drawing about how he feels, how you express your feeling through painting.
After reading he decided to paint a portrait of his mom. Once as she comes home, she'll be surprise to see her portrait. It'll be a drawing first then paint it detail by detail on the following days. He wants to incorporate how strong his mom is.
He decided to draw his mom, it was just his mkm at first,bm but eventually, it developed. He drew his mom in the middle of a black and dark forest, where the light is only in her chest. It was him, the light kn her mom's chest was him. He made himself as the light of his mom. The strength of his mom.
He smiled admiring his work, it was just a sketch, but it felt like it was alive. After his drawing he cleaned his working area at the basement, and decided to learn how to cook. He wanted first to learn how to make fried chicken, it's his Mom's recipe. He would love to follow her recipes then make her judge how it tastes, is it perfect or not.
After a while, he finished cooking. "It was not as appetizing as it looks, but at least it'll taste right, right?", He was torn between,making another one or just eat it. He eventually ate it and now his coughing on their sink.
"I didn't knew it was this bad. Pwe!", He said to his self while looking at his dish. He was angry at his self because he can't even cook a freaking fried chicken! He sat down at their sofa, face looking at the floor, dumbfounded. So he decided to lay down on the couch and he fell aslesp
His Mom arrived, looking at the dining table, she saw pieces of chicken wings. She smiled wheb she saw Noah on the sofa, snoring. "Maybe he cooked these. Let's try 'em", she took her first bite and it was not as delicious as hers, but at least her baby made this with much love and effort.
She got close to Noah and said, "Thank you for making me fried chicken, honey. It was not the best but at least you made it with all your heart", and continued to her room, bringing the chicken wings with her.
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A/N: HIS MOM'S TOO KIND, I'M CRYING. I wish my Mom is as caring and as thoughtful as Noah's. But anywayyy, did you liked it? There may be errors there 'cause I didn't review any of these AHHAHAHAG just wrote it and published it once it's done. So, I'm so sorry if there are errors. SEE YOU IN THE NEXT CHAP. MWA MWAA
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