As I was searching through the storage room today, I found my children's artwork, and I got a bit nostalgic. Several years ago, when my ex and I were still sharing custody (a week with me, a week with dad and so on), I had a hard time being alone. I wasn't used to it. I've always had a big family, and my kids not being there took some getting used to. So I used their art to entertain myself. LOL
Here is one such photo story:
In a tiny house, there once lived an artist. He wasn't always there but when he was he would create. He knew his mother missed him, so he decided to make her a friend.