Jack.
Because my father has been constantly complaining about me not completing his designs in time for the launch, I find myself at the Velvet Box at 8 PM on a Thursday night.
Why did I have to be the creative one in my family? I guess it's my own fault. If drawing hadn’t been my hobby when I was younger, then someone else would be handling my father's projects. Although, knowing him, he would probably force one of us to do it since he doesn’t easily trust others with his ideas.
Perhaps it’s because he stole a lot of Danny’s designs when he first started out, so now he believes karma is just around the corner, ready to pay him back.
Even though it’s been two decades since then, he still overreacts way too much.
Looking down at the crisp white paper, a lion with its mouth open stares
