Oh no! After I Reincarnated, My Moms Became Son-cons!

“Mom, I’m coming in.”

“Ah, Son, come on in.”

I pulled the door open and saw Elizabeth smiling broadly.

She shyly hung up a piece of cloth over her drawing, then giggled and said, “It’s so embarrassing… Mommy has been drawing for so long and yet Mommy hasn’t improved at all. Mommy learnt swordplay so fast, so why can’t Mommy draw well…? Mommy wants to draw you. Why is it so hard?”

I looked at her sketchpad curiously and said, “It’s alright, Mom. Let me have a look. I promise not to laugh at you since I think that drawing requires talent.”

Mom shook her head shyly and said, “Nah… Mommy feels that Mommy drew you really badly. Mommy is going to throw it away now… Wait, no. Mommy will burn it.”

“No, don’t! No matter ugly it is, it’s still me! It’s not good to burn it, don’t you think?! Does that count as cursing me? Does this count as cursing me?!” I didn’t know if I should laugh or cry and pressed my hand onto Mom’s.

Honestly, drawing has been a hobby of Mom’s for a long time. However, I’ve never seen her work. I’ve never even seen a work like a kid’s graffiti from her.

‘It looks like she really does burn her drawings… Does she do that to prevent her artwork from beingcirculated?’