Daddy's Drawings.
It was just a tragedy.
He squished his red paint into his black palate. He took the blue one and did what he just did with the red one. He looks at the colors hopelessly, and sketched his brush to the red paint.
He stood there just sketching and drawing on his portrait canvas.
After a few moments went by, he stopped and looked at his painting.
It wasn’t done yet. It has sketches everywhere, pencil sketches. It was picture of a girl, a beautiful, young girl. She was wearing a white shirt that says ‘I love my daddy’ on it. It was his daughter.
He stood there just sketching and drawing on his portrait canvas.
After a few moments went by, he stopped and looked at his painting.
It wasn’t done yet. It has sketches everywhere, pencil sketches. It was picture of a girl, a beautiful, young girl. She was wearing a white shirt that says ‘I love my daddy’ on it. It was his daughter.
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