Mirka looked up for a minute to get a fresh perspective on anything remaining to be done before she called the drawing complete.

“Good morning,” said her dad quietly. “How’s the drawing coming?”

She looked over to see her dad watching her. It appeared that her mom had gone back to sleep. “Okay.” She turned the sketchbook so he could see. While she wished she were better at getting the perspective right, she had the shading close enough that she was reasonably pleased with how it was coming out.

“That looks more than just okay to me.”

“The shapes are wrong.”

“It’s still very nice even if it doesn’t match the spot. Keep working at it, and you’ll get there.”