May 21, 2018

I felt like a different person every time I went to draw in the cafe at the top of the hill. I didn’t know how to explain what I was feeling so I hid this fact from my parents. I told everyone that I worked part-time at the cafe when really I was going there to draw. I felt so different that I was sure even my appearance changed whenever I was in that space.

One day my parents decided to follow me without my knowledge. When I got to the cafe, I greeted the owners and scurried up the ladder to my usual spot in the attic. I picked up a blue pencil and started to draw a close-up of a face in shock. After hearing footsteps approaching, I saw my father’s face pop up from the top of the ladder. He nearly couldn’t recognize me.