Her name was YueLi. She loved to draw the same way I did.
It was only the first day of lessons. I was thirteen. She sat behind me but since she was tall, she caught a glimpse of the creature I was drawing on the borders of my textbook. She drew a copy of what she saw and passed it to me in a note.
We sat together during recess. Her parents were also divorced but she lived with her mother. She was happy. Drawing was not a solace. It was her talent.
I liked talking to her. I was happy.
When we spoke, time seemed not to exist. I was not waiting for something o’ clock when lesson to end. I was not waiting to fall asleep. I was not waiting to wake up. I was never waiting. Time just flew.