I’ve been called upon by Susan, the woman I babysit for, to illustrate a story she wrote for her two children, Elise and Jared. It’s about “Grandpa” who is involved in a train accident when he is only eight years old. He loses something very valuable, a coin, which was past down through the generations of his family. He tells this story to his grandson “Billy” and proceeds to visit a museum with a train exhibit. He says he believes the train he was on when he lost the coin would be displayed at this museum. The two go to see the train, find it, and after a series of small events, finds the coin and hands it to his 8-year-old grandson. Grandpa proceeds to tell Billy to gaurd it and keep it safe.
It’s a beautiful story. Susan told me she’s going to pay me a hefty sum for illustrating the images which will be be bound to the words. Well, a hefty sum from my perspective. I think I know exactly what I’m going to spend it on, too.
Once again, my mother has inquired about what I want for Christmas. Every years, she wants me to write a list and every year, I feel terrible. Making a list of the things I want isn’t exactly something I enjoy doing because of the selfishness I feel as I make it. Besides, I can’t really think of anything I’ve been wanting or need… Although, there may be one thing I would definitely use.