In 9th grade, I had a drawing teacher with an old Satan in a shirt. I drawn very carefully and correctly, and she did not put above 4. One day I complained to my mom and she said, “So you’re not doing the job well enough! “To which I replied in my heart, ‘Well, do it, then you are one, prove that you can be better.’

My mother, at the time a professional drawer with more than 30 years of experience, drawing a million projects, decided to educate me... and really drawn a housework for me.

The next day I brought and showed her this house decorated with a gorgeous trio! My mom had no more questions.)