One day,  a young girl sat in a pale wood chair to start writing. Nothing came out, not a single word was written. She thought, and she thought, and she thought. "Of course!" she yelped, as her tiny hands rushed and smeared lead all over the once perfect page. Yet it was still perfect, perfect to her.

It was not a letter, nor a prose. It was a picture. Even though she was young, she understood. 

Proud of this artwork, she brought it to school. On the page was a self portrait. She thought of it as an alternate her, where she was sad. So a frown instead of a smile rested on the face of a cartoon drawing. 

When a friend saw this and was reminded of something so tragic, a tear shed down her face.

The young girl was devastated. Not once before did she know that anything she created could make a change in somebody's words, actions, or mood.
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This young girl is the one writing this about message. Surprising, huh?  

Although it was a small moment, I realized how creativity could be interpreted. Most of the time, writing or doodling can be very therapeutic.  Maybe through my messages and writing on Wattpad,  I can help one person take a deep breath and smile. So all their frowns can seem like an alternate reality,