#missok

Once she’s done done so, she pats the bench, gesturing for the other girl to take place once more, “you should try again, they’re much more lift-able like this. Is that a word? It is now! Anyway, go ahead. I’ll help if needed.”

You can say life threw her the responsibility of motherhood much sooner than she expected. She put down the paintbrushes and pencils for some time now, but every now and then she gets the urge to sketch what she knows. Maybe her bossy coworker, the stars above her head, or maybe even herself. But Cora’s work tends to have a recurring figure – a little boy under the age of one, with dark hair, chubby cheeks, and the cutest button nose she’s ever seen. She draws the boy how she remembers him, and sometimes draws him how she thinks he must look now, after all the months that have gone by. There are still tiny onesies and little socks the size of a thumb folded neatly in her closet, and memories of how she used to dress him for a day in the sun resurface whenever she sees them. But he grows fast, and she knows he wouldn’t fit into that anymore. 

I don’t really know how to explain why I think this picture is cute but it is.

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“Why would you waste cheese puffs like that? They’re meant for eating not throwing.” He shook his head.