Ms Edmunds, my music teacher, is the only adult, who truly knows how to appreciate my drawings. As for the other teachers, they do not admire my drawings at all. In fact, some of them even think that drawing is a mere waste of time, ability and paper.

However, this is not the most disappointing thing. The most discouraging thing is that even my father does not support the idea of me being an artist in future. Till this day, I can remember clearly that fours years ago, I gathered all my courage to tell my father about my ambition and after that, I got an unpleasant and hurting reply.

"What are they teaching in that damn school?" he asked. But the worst thing he said was, "Bunch of old ladies turning my only son into some kind of a - "

I think I get what he mean by that. He strongly objects to my ambition despite the fact that I love drawing more than anything else in the world and am talented in that area. To him, the idea of a male being an artist is repulsive. Being manly, he thinks that drawing is only suitable for girls, not boys and that boys should be more active by engaging themselves in sports like running. I swear that I will never forget these discouraging words he said to me in my entire life.

Thankfully, Ms Edmunds is always there for me. Whenever I feel like giving up on drawing, Ms Edmunds would always encourage me by telling me I am 'unusually talented' and even describes me as a 'neat kid'. Her words make me believe that my art piece is not the kind of best that is counted either at school or at home but a genuine kind of best. She is my driving force, that keeps me drawing till the end no matter how discouraged I feel.

To me, she is like a beautiful, wild creature, who had probably been caught in that dirty old cage of a schoolhouse by mistake and I pray sincerely with all my heart that she would never get loose and fly away.