That afternoon, Danica decided that she would go to her husband’s workplace and tell her husband about how Jason felt about him and how he was hurt by his behavior. She went over to Jason’s room and knocked on his door. “Come in!” He yelled through the door. 

Danica opened the door. “Jason, we’re leaving in twenty minutes. I wanna go over to your dad’s office and talk to him, okay?” She said, walking in the room. He was sitting at his desk, legs crossed, drawing in his sketchbook.
“Okay, Mom.” He said, standing up. He looked up at her, then quickly looked away. The tips of his ears turned red with shame. “I-I-I’m sorry for yelling at you.” He mumbled guiltily. He felt bad. He hated yelling at people, especially his mom. He always felt horrible afterwards. 

She smiled softly at him, and walked over to him and gave him a hug. 

“You don’t have to be sorry. I’m the one who should be apologizing. You have every right to be upset. I should've noticed it sooner.” She said, and they stood there, hugging in silence for a moment. After they both let go Danica looked at her son for a moment. He was such a handsome young man. He looked so much like his father; tall, thick hair, big brown eyes. The only differences between them was that her husband was blonde and Jason had freckles and had a crooked grin, where the right side of his mouth pulled up higher than the other. She was surprised he didn't have a girlfriend yet. 

She looked at his sketchbook,which was open. The drawing was half covered by his colored pencil kit. “What’re you drawing?” 

He smiled his crooked smile. “Well, I had a dream last night, I was walking through some weird garden, and then there was this girl.” He said, moving the colored pencils of the sketchbook. “But I don’t think I’ve ever seen her before. And I just felt like drawing her, so I did.” He said as he grabbed the sketchbook and handed it to her. She looked at the page and inhaled sharply.

The drawing was beautiful. It was so realistic. She’d forgotten how great of an artist her son was. “Jason, this is, it’s so beautiful.” She said, looking at her son. His cheeks turned pink. 

“Thanks.” Jason said, then he looked up at Danica, who was giving him a mischievous grin. “What?” 

“What you said reminds me of something my grandfather told me once.” She said. 

Jsaon looked at her curiously. “What was it?” 

“When he was about your age, he had the same dream, he was also a very gifted artist, and he drew a picture of that girl. Here, I’ve got a picture of it on my phone.” She said, putting the sketchbook back on the desk and pulling out her phone from her pocket, scrolling through her photos until she found it, then she handed the phone to him.

“Wow.” Jason said in amazement. “Then what?”