I got home and sat my bookbag on the couch. “MOM I’M HOME!” I called out. “I’m in the kitchen!” she called back. I walked over to the kitchen and saw her making something. “Whatcha making?” I asked, walking over to her. “I’m making chicken soup. You’re favorite!” she said with a smile. I smiled back excitedly. If there is one thing that I love most in the world, besides art of course, is chicken soup. “Ooh! Can I help?” I asked. “Sure! Go and grab the carrots and sweet corn from the pantry,” she told me. I happily nodded and skipped over to the pantry. Before long, the delicious smell of chicken soup filled the air. It smelled so good! I went and got three bowls from the pantry. One for me, my mom, and my dad. He should be coming home from work any minute now. I brought the bowls over to the table and placed them down. Mom poured the soup into each one of the bowls while I went to pour the juice. I placed the cups on the table and poured the apple juice I had gotten. The door then opened and revealed my dad. “Hi, Dad!” I said. My mom went over and gave him a hug. “How was work?” she asked him. He went and sat his briefcase on the table. “It was great actually! We got a new deal today,” he stated. “How much is it worth?” I asked. “About 700,000 thousand,” he said. I gasped. That’s a lot of money! We could do so much with that! “Well, I hope you get the deal honey.” my mom said to him. “We made dinner!” I said presenting the soup. “Wow. It's chicken soup. It’s your favorite right?” my dad said. Rubbing my head. “Yup! It’s the first time I’ve made it with mom!” I said, very proud of myself. He chuckled and sat at his spot at the table. My mother and I did the same. For about the next 20 minutes, we ate dinner. “This is a pretty good sport,” my dad said. I smiled, feeling special for some reason. After dinner, I washed the table, cleaned the dishes, and swept. I took a shower and looked at the time. It was still pretty early! I could practice some drawing stuff, or work on one of my art projects. I went to my desk, got out my sketchbook and pencil, and turned on my lamp. After a few seconds of thinking, I decided to draw Error. He was actually pretty fun to draw! His features were so cool and it made it fun to draw him. I tried to remember him as best as I could as I drew and colored him. I looked at my finished work. It looked pretty good! Not nearly as good as the first one I drew. That’s only because Error isn’t right in front of me. I decided to hang up the drawing. I hung it up right above my window. It took a while since I am a wee bit short. Anyway, I felt tired so I decided to go to bed.