He came up with the whole idea himself. Said, “Dad, it’s like a secret home inside the forest.” He sculpted the hedgehog, placed the tiny pinecones, carved that little log with his hands (well, mostly supervised, but still). He poured everything into it.
And then he came home, eyes red, holding his piece like it was broken glass. “I spent a lot of time sculpting, but no one appreciated it,” he said. The other kids laughed. Even the teacher didn’t say a word. Just moved on.
I wanted to march into that school and tell them all, LOOK. LOOK AT THIS. THIS IS ART. But instead, I just hugged him and said, “You know what? Let’s show it to people who do appreciate creativity.”
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