With a swift stroke of the charcoal across the canvas, the little demon sighed gently. She had wanted to give this to her mother, a piece that reminded them both of the joy that they had together. It was hard though, putting that into words, let alone a single picture. They shared so many memories even if they had been together for such a short amount of time. Ash glanced down to her box of charcoal; it was the first gift her mother had ever given her. Elsie had noticed her enough in that art exhibit and noticed that the little demon had stuck to the charcoal pieces more than the color. There was something about it that Ash couldn’t quite put her finger on, but she adored it and the gift her mother had given her. Her little hands continued to work the canvas as she thought long and hard of what she wanted out of this. Black covered her hands and smudged her face with a few handprints sprinkling her outfit just to tie it together.
She knew exactly what she wanted to be, an artist just like her mom. She couldn’t sow or knit like her, but if she could express herself like her mother could with a canvas, she knew she would be making the right choice.
Grabbing up the piece, she didn’t even wait as she ran down the stairs into her mother’s room. It was still early and the Grimm was still half asleep but Ash shook her with a smile and brought the picture up to her face. “Happy birthday, mom!”
