The Little Prince walked through the acres of golden, lush, grass, occasionally admiring the vibrant flowers that grew within. His yellow scarf, which matched his short yellow hair, flew in the wind. His hands went through the grass and he walked further into the pretty field. Until he met you.

“Could you draw me a sheep?”

The little boy’s voice startled you as you quickly turned around to see his bright and wide smile. He reminded you of how sweet and careless you once were, a child.