Jasmine finishes her drawing in a few minutes. Her lips lift in a smile at how detailed and realistic her drawing looks. She puts her tools aside, and with the book in her hands, she scrutinized her work, making sure that she has drawn everything that she needs including a few dollars. She has to make use of this opportunity after all.
“I'll keep my fingers crossed,” she whispers to herself, then tiptoes over the kids before placing the book where she always does; on the center table.
After that, she steps back and looks at the kids with a smile on her lips and pride in her heart. Her fingertips itch with the urge to draw or paint. Her heart beats faster as she imagines how the kids sleeping on the carpet will look on paper.
She hasn't felt this way in a while; an inspiration. This is t
