A small girl stands by the river, watching the man sitting on the grass bank draw beautiful things. She thought, then flicked her short brunette hair out of her brown eyes and confronted him. He noticed her peering over his shoulder, trying to see his sketches.
'What is it, little girl?'
She gave him the most innocent, pleading expression she could and said with trembling breath,
'Mister, can you teach me how to draw? You're really good...'
He stared at her, a puzzled expression on his face. He set down his clipboard and motioned for her to continue. She sighed and looked at the ground, tightening her grip on the roll of paper behind her back.
'Please teach me. I want to draw something...special...'
Tears burning her eyes, she blinked a few times. Thinking about why she was doing this was hard for her, but she needed to do it. She slowly unfurled the precious piece of paper and held it up for the man to see.
'But the best I can draw is this.
It was a drawing
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