When I returned home that day, I remembered the drawing and took it out of my pocket. I smoothed it out neatly on the kitchen table, went to my backpack, grabbed a pencil, and looked at the big red circle. My mom was making dinner, going back and forth from the stove to the sink. I wanted to finish the drawing before showing it to her and I said. Mom, how do we write…?
– Boy, can't you see I'm busy right now? Go play outside. And don't slam the door, was her response. I folded the drawing and put it in my pocket. That night I took the drawing out of my pocket again. I looked at the big red circle, and picked up the pencil. I wanted to finish the drawing before showing it to my father. I smoothed the folds well and placed the drawing on the living room floor, near my father's recliner and said: