↳ What’s one childhood memory they can’t shake and how did it shape the way they see the world now?
for valentina :]
The crunch of metal on metal rang in Valentina's ears as she watched her father through the window that looked out into his workshop. Waiting for her mother to get their picnic ready had Valentina antsy, but watching her father work was always good entertainment for her.
She watched in awe as he took a chunk of metal and formed it into a bangle with intricate designs wedged in.
"Val," Valentina started at the sound of her mother's voice calling from the other room, "it's time to go, honey."
Despite the call, Valentina stayed glued to her spot fascinated with her father's work. The longing to one day have a skill like him had her jumping from toe to toe. With this desire to craft overtaking her mind, the picnic she was meant to go on with her mother was now lost in the depths of her mind.
"Valentina!" Her mother called again, louder this time. Valentina considered if she should respond, but quickly forgot as she watched her father bring the bangle to a work bench to do more intricate gem work with it. Standing on her tippy toes and leaning in to the window, she almost fell over with the effort to watch.
Her mother came up behind her and laid a hand on her head. "Valentina, honey, we're going to be late for our outing with Charlotte and her mother." Softspoken as her mother was, Valentina could ignore her no longer.
"When will I get to do what father does?" pausing for a moment to think, she corrected herself, "Will I ever get to do what he does?"
"I'm sure when you're old enough he'll teach you all about it," Her mother said fondly, gently stroking Valentina's dark hair. "I'm sure you'll be just as great as him some day, but you won't get there on an empty stomach! Come along now."
Valentina took one last glance at her father hunched over at his work station, and then trailed after her mother.
wrote a little thing for this, but in the future it shapes her desire to be like her dad :3
