She Finished It

She looks down at her picture. She spent days toiling at it, working on it, perfecting it until it became the drawing she wanted it to be. She carefully puts away the pencil set she bought specifically for this purpose. She cleans up a few things on the floor. She sits back down on her bed, holds the sketch pad in her hands, and stares at the drawing of the singing dragon, soaking in every single one of its details. She shows it to every person in the house. Her heart swells with pride, and she can’t stop smiling. She did it. She finished it.