Chapter 12

Time. So much time. I still get busy, but there is a freedom here that is absolutely foreign to me. I’m glad I brought one of my drawing pad with me along with pencils, as I sent everything else to Europe already. I’ve spent a few days drawing with Eloim on the coffee table, sitting on the floor. It turned out that drawing is another way to get him out from his shell. So I was a little proud of myself and my achievement in doing so. When he was concentrating on drawing the cat that...