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It all began one day when little Zayn Malik came home from his grandmother’s house, that the strange things began to happen.
“Momma, momma! Look a’ what gamma got me! She got me these cray’ns! They’e so pretty aren’t they momma?” the little five year old said as he ran into his mothers open arms, after a fun day with his grandmother. Trisha smiled lovingly down at her excited son, he was so special and she knew from the day one that there was something different about him, but she just pushed it to the back of her mind.
“Momma? ‘m gonna go to my room!” he looked up at his mother, practically wanting to race up to his room. But he remembered his mother’s rule about not running in the house.
“Sweetie, what did mommy say about asking politely?” she said sternly, although behind that stern voice was a body full of love for her little boy.
“‘m sorry momma. Can I please go up to my room?” he asked quickly. Trisha nodded her head, but not before stopping her son from racing up the stairs.
“Go give your grandmother a hug and kiss goodbye.” he nodded and ran over giving his grandmother a quick hug and kiss. Leaving her with a small, “Bye gamma. I love you.” before running up into his room, the door slamming behind him, causing Trisha to jump slightly before letting out a small laugh. It was only second later, that the pitter patter of small feet could be heard once again coming down the stairs. Zayn stopped at the bottom stair and looked up at his mother with big eyes.
"Can I borrow a paper, momma?" he asked quietly. Trisha laughed silently as she handed him a small leather bound sketchbook.
"Grandma left this here for you before she left." Trisha handed the book to Zayn, who instantly grasped a hold of it and ran back up into his room.
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Hour’s later
“Zayn! Sweetie! Dinner’s ready!” Trisha called up the stairs. She was wondering what Zayn had been doing up there this whole time. She was worried, of course she was, but Zayn has been such a quiet child and he mostly kept to himself even when other family members came over. He only really opened up to Trisha, herself. Yaser even had quite the time trying to get Zayn to even tell him what he wanted for his birthday.
Zayn came rushing down the stair, racing into the kitchen, wrapping himself around Trisha’s leg.
“Zayn what did I say about running in the house?” she scolded him. He looked up at her with big eyes before letting out a small sigh.
“Not to do it, ‘cause ‘ll get hurt. ‘m sorry momma, but you gotta see the picture I drew for you! What you think?” Zayn brought a piece of paper from behind his back, setting it in Trisha’s awaiting hand. She brought it up towards her to get a better look at it.
“Oh hun, this is beautiful. It’s absolutely amazing!” Trisha leaned down, pressing a kiss atop of Zayn’s small head. He had drew a small pink rose, that had so much detail in it, she was surprised that her Zayn drew something so beautiful at such a young age.
“Momma! Momma! Put it on the fridge momma! Please?” Zayn was jumping slightly with excitement as Trisha pulled a magnet from the fridge top to hold the picture up.
“There sweetie, look at that! It’s right here for everyone to see your beautiful artwork!” Trisha said as she pick up a giggling Zayn and kissed his forehead before setting him back down.
“Go get your father and then we can start eating!” Zayn ran out of the kitchen into his father’s study, telling him that it was time to eat. Yaser came into the kitchen, giving Trisha a quick kiss before going to grab the plates and silverware for their dinner.
“Yaser, take a look at what Zayn made today!” Trisha said giddily. Yaser looked over at the refridgerator and was instantly taken aback.
“He made this?” he asked in disbelief. Trisha nodded her head as she grabbed some glasses.
“He sure is something special.” Trisha said in a small voice, before walking out to sit with Zayn and begin eating dinner. Yaser just hummed in agreement before joining them.
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The next morning Trisha walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, opening up the refrigerator to start making breakfast, before quickly shutting the refrigerator and calling for Yaser to get Zayn and to come into the kitchen. Once everyone was standing in the kitchen, Trisha sent a disappointed look to Zayn, who was tiredly wiping his sleepy eyes, and let out a low sigh.
“Zayn, tell me why you did it?” Trisha crossed her arms and looked down at Zayn, waiting for his answer.
“Momma. What are you talking about mamma?” Zayn rubbed his eyes slowly. He slowly looked at Trisha big eyes and she let out a small sigh and picked him up, setting him on the countertop before going and grabbing his drawing from the refrigerator.
“What happened to your drawing Zayn?” Trisha questioned and Zayn looked up at her with big questioning eyes.
“I don’t know, momma. Nothin’ happened momma.” he said. Trisha could tell that her son was getting frustrated but she wanted answers.
“It’s right there momma! What happened to my drawing?” Zayn’s voice got higher
at the end as he got scared and frantic.
“What happened to his drawing, Trisha?” Yaser questioned now, standing beside them and trying to calm them both down.
“I came to the kitchen this morning to find this blank piece of paper in place of Zayn’s beautiful drawing!” Trisha stated turning to Yaser and showing him the paper where Zayn was sure his drawing had been the night before.
“What happened to my drawing momma?” Zayn asked causing Yaser and Trisha to look over at him with sad eyes.
“I don’t know, sweetie. But we’ll find it!” Trisha told Zayn, picking him up and setting him back down on the floor.
“Now, go to your room and draw momma a new picture.” Yaser kissed Zayn atop of his head before watching him scamper up the stairs into his room. Trisha set the piece of paper on top of the counter and let out a sigh, going back to making breakfast. Yaser looked around the room before his eyes landed upon a small potted plant beside the window.
“Where did you get that lovely plant?” Yaser asked turning towards Trisha, whose head was in the refrigerator finding food. She turned to Yaser with a confused look.
“What plant?” Trisha questioned. To which Yaser pointed to window, where a small pink rose sat in a gray looking pot.
Exactly like the plant Zayn drew.
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