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"My Cloud like to draw, right?" Dad said using a falsetto voice which made me chuckle. And I nodded. True, I like drawing. I started sketching when I was 5. At first, it was only doodles then as I grew, it became an object, then people and faces and so on.
"Because I know someone who's good at it." Dad messed my hair. "I'll introduce you to him."
"Really? You'll do that? Will he teach me?" I was excited. I couldn't wait to meet that person.
He chuckled. "Of course! I'll do that and he will surely teach you." I hugged him.
"Thanks, dad."
"Anything for you, Cloud." And to my surprise, he held me up on the air.
"Dad! I'm not a kid anymore!" I whined after he put me down. He just laughed.
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"He really looked like you, Herman." I hid on my dad's back a
