Inside the house filled with the aroma of food, on a long and comfortable sofa that still gleamed new, a little kid was sitting beside a man, looking a little bit tense. The man beside him was holding a paper and had been staring at it for almost five minutes. His brows frowned and his grip holding the paper was a little bit tight, causing the edges of the paper to get folded a little bit. The house was completely silent except for the occasional wind that blew.
After a few more minutes, the man finally lowered the paper and glanced at the boy that was sitting beside him with his head lowered, busy fidgeting with his fingers.
"You drew this today?"
The little boy slightly flinched and immediately sat up straight. He clasped his tiny hands and nodded his head without looking up at his older uncle's face.
"It's pretty."
