My mom found a drawing of mine. More of a doodle really but I guess that doesn't matter to anyone else. When I was little I used to think my mom was an artist. I still do. But when I was little and thought if I failed first grade they would send me back to Kindergarten I also thought my mom was the most amazingly talented human being. She's always encouraged me towards art. Drawing. Writing. Music. Doesn't matter. She was there for. She was onboard.
"I like this," she said holding up the drawing of mine she had found. I always leave things everywhere. I forget about them, dismiss them. Move on. I left the drawing on her desk. It's a pictur