Description of a drawing on the board perspective - young child
I wonder why she doesn't move, just constantly staring away at me with her large eyes that remind me of those cartoon books at the store. Unfortunately, she only views half the world I see because of her unusual sickness. There are flowers growing all over from the top of her head to where my finger tips reach, flashing the same bright orange as the rest of her. I fear that when I grow up or when I disappoint mother that I will be like her, flat and still on a white canvas.