Noah's heart thumped warmly as he saw the drawing. She had rushed off to draw him and did a really good job at grabbing his heart.
"Do you have more?" He asked and she ran off to bring the others she had drawn before.
He didn't have any photos of such things, so he felt this strange warmth that he hadn't felt before. He was impressed by something that he wouldn't normally have been impressed with if he had seen it in passing.
Why?
It was because it was his daughter's handwork.
"Daddy, I have these as well." Olivia yelled as she ran back with a bunch of papers in her hands and she dropped them on the floor, kneeling to spread them out.
Noah sat on the floor to take a look at them and even without being told, he was somehow able to tell what was going on in those caricature and shapeless drawings.
Most especially the drawing of Michael with a cup of coffee in his hand.
Gosh, how was he feeling these drawings so well?
