“But that’s not how you do it!” The way he looked at me. It wouldn’t hurt less if he punched me in the face. I kept moving my eyes from his face and the half completed drawing on the table. All my life I’ve been teaching people creativity and when it mattered, I stabbed it with my words. I murdered the imagination of my son. And it hurt.
One Apple A Day #93
One Apple A Day #93
One Apple A Day #93
“But that’s not how you do it!” The way he looked at me. It wouldn’t hurt less if he punched me in the face. I kept moving my eyes from his face and the half completed drawing on the table. All my life I’ve been teaching people creativity and when it mattered, I stabbed it with my words. I murdered the imagination of my son. And it hurt.