Trama - A Child's Drawing

i felt a split second of relief at not being last, at not faring as poorly, in my father's estimation, as ernest did. A relief, immediately followed by guilt, which had driven me to defend ernest's honour with even more passion,. Look at this drawing. My father had concluded, pointing at one of erner's maroon crayon storms on our fridge, ruining it for me. What is this schit? I'd believed before then that all children's drawings held some interest, that they could never be bad. But of course they could. i didn't think my son was dramatized by his grandfather's death, or the