Back in primary three, my form teacher, Ms D'Silva, gave us an art assignment. It was during the `Save Water Campaign' and we were given the task of designing a poster for the campaign.
I was horrible at art, but I wanted desperately for my poster to be pinned up on the back board of the class. I always loved those envious eyes of my classmates, staring at anything I did. I went home innocently that day and asked my father, who is a
marvellous artist, to design and paint that poster. He did it in one night and I was amazed at how easily he did it too. His brush strokes were measured and precise. He did not make any false moves. All the colours were in their places, with no
smudges or trickling of paint. The work was perfect.
Of course, both my teacher and classmates thought that the poster looked beautiful! They all wrongly thought that I was truly good at art. I beamed with pride, not because they thought I drew the poster, but because my father had drawn it. I was proud to have an artist as my father.
No one found out about the poster that was not mine. Perhaps Ms D'Silva was a little suspicious, but nothing could prove that I did not draw it myself. But while I may think it funny to have fooled them, I do feel bad whenever I think about the whole incident.