Random Acts of Kindness I Cherish: Market at Medalta
Updated: May 28
This week at the local market, there was this kid who crazy quickly became a regular.
The first time the kid stopped by that evening, they praised my work a lot as they flipped through my catalog. Upon seeing my Smaug illustration the kid asked me, "Do you like drawing dragons?”.
Flustered, I think I said something like “I do, but I don't? I mean, it's hard to find a reference for how a dragon's body works—”
"I got a book that can help!”
“Oh, um... Sweet?”
"I can give it to you.”
“Err... You don't have to—”
“I'll bring it next week!”
"Oh, um... I won’t be here. I come to the market every other week.”
"Okay! I'll bring it then!”
And The conversation ended there because the kid had abruptly moved on to the next table, leaving me anxious.
Had I just accepted a gift from a kid? 'Cause I didn't mean to, I swear! What if the kid was offering me something expensive?! Oh God, what if it wasn't even theirs?! Like their mom or dad's or something.
Oh, crap. Oh, crap, crap, crap...
I AM NOT TRAINED TO DEAL WITH KIDS, MUCH LESS WITHOUT THEIR PARENTS!!!
The second time the kid dropped by was brief: they browsed my portfolio again and complimented my work some more before they soon returned to circling the market.
The third time the kid visited my table to look through my catalog yet again, they suddenly asked me “Have you seen the Hell Boy movie?”.
“Yup! One and Two!″
“My mom worked on it.”
“She designed the costumes.”
“Oh... Cool.” I was, and still am, skeptical because... Someone in that line of work in this town? I mean, really?
“My dad works in visual effects. You could totally work for him, your stuff is so good. I'd want to work for you!”
That was the last thing the kid said to me before scampering off for the night. Needless to say, my night had ended on a high note because isn't that just the sweetest... *tears up*