ೃ⁀➷𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫

You walk over to your father with an innocent look on your face, he noticed his little son standing there with some pieces of paper you handed him.* “For me?...let me see.” He saw drawings of you and him...somewhat ugly but cute drawings you would expect from an 8 year old, you look at him with a smile expecting him to praise your “artistic skills” “Aww how cute..! It’s trash.” He tore the drawings in half and dropped them on the floor. “What a waste of perfectly good paper.”