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8 year old Jazz frowns down at her math homework. Fractions aren't hard, but they're so annoying to calculate. "Um, okay, so," she mutters to herself. "One third plus two fourths, so I need to - four and three, that's twelve -"
"Jazz!" A voice squeals from outside her door. "Jazz! I wanna - I show you I made a thing I made it for you I wanna sh - oof!"
Startled, Jazz swings open the door to find Danny face down on the floor, clutching something in his hand. "Danny!"
"'mokay..." he groans.
She kneels in front of him, carefully urging him up. "Come on, stand up, let me check, lift your hands - no, up to the - yeah, good. Okay," she sighs in relief. "Seems like you're okay."
"Toldja so!" Her little brother sticks his tongue out. Then Danny remembers the thing still clutched in his hand. "Oh! Jazz! Jazz! I made something for you!" He launches himself at Jazz, almost knocking her backwards.
Laughing slightly, she leans back. "Okay, okay, show me. What did you make?"
Danny grins wide and adorable as he carefully lays the paper in his fist on the floor, uncrumpling it. It has crayon scribbles all over it in vague shapes that resemble...something. "Look!" Danny points at the small circle with a rectangle under it. "That's me! And that - " he points at an oval with orange scribbles "- is Jazz!"
Grinning in delight, Jazz nods. "That's so good, Danny! It looks just like me!"
Her brother blinks up at her. "Okay, now you find Mommy!"
"Uh." Jazz winces. "She's - there?" She points at the other orange clump on the paper. Apparently, that's the wrong answer - Danny puffs out his cheeks.
"Nuh-uh! That's the sun!"
"The sun is in the...grass?"
Danny nods. "Yup!"
Jazz tilts her head and shrugs. "Sure, why not." Then she looks back up at Danny. "Sorry Danny, I'm not good with finding things. Wanna show me where mommy is in the drawing?'"
After a moment of consideration, Danny nods. "Okay! I'll teach Jazz!" He grabs her hand and carefully drags it over to the opposite corner that has a triangle with vague eyes and a smile. "That's mommy!"
"Pft - that's - that's great, Danny," Jazz tries to keep a straight face. "Um, where's - where's her hair?"
Danny looks at her, then back at the drawing. He looks back up and to the drawing. "She's wearing her suit," he finally decides.
Jazz laughs so hard tears form in her eyes.
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“You kept this?”
Jazz stares at Danny, mildly offended. ”Um, of course I did?”
Danny stares at the disturbing crayon art on Jazz’s dorm room wall. The Danny in the drawing stares back at him. “But…why.”
“Obviously it’s because my little brother made it!” Jazz rolls her eyes.
Grimacing slightly, Danny pokes the framed art. “Yeah, but…there’s probably a lot of things you could put up from me that isn’t -” he gestures at it. “This. Why this art specifically?”
Jazz just shrugs, hiding a smile behind her coffee mug.