the3rdpersonstory

His grandma loved drawing, he remembers her fondness of watercolours and she had countless supplies tucked into various drawers and piled on top of them in her house. He remembers his Dad speaking to him when he was younger, about how he wanted to be an architect and how he had loved drawing when he was younger. At one point he learned that his Dad had painted some of the paintings which were up on the walls in the house. He found them curious, he was able to see his Dad in ways that words would otherwise not allow him to. 

When he listened to his Dad speaking about his ideas of drawing and architecture, the tone he used revealed the years of work that had gone into moulding these emotions into a shape that was easier to look at. What was once regret, had been sculpted into something which now resembled an, ‘I wonder…’ . It felt as if his Dad had passed that, “I wonder…” over to him to look after.