In the middle of the night I rummaged through every corner of my locker, looking for materials to secretly draw another birthday card for my mother. I did it for her every year, and she was always happy. Pencil, eraser, colored paper, crayons, markers, a portrait - all the materials were ready. "A portrait?" He had to hide behind the layer of colored paper all the time. And a flood of memories took me back to my first drawing lesson nine years ago. Miss Huong, my teacher, greeted me cheerfully when I arrived. After settling into my seat, I took a look at a large whiteboard, saw the message "Draw Anyone" and smiled because I had drawn hundreds of portraits of Japanese comic characters and sold them to my friends for some extra cash . I took my pencil and started drawing. “Hoang, put away the pencil and eraser. These things are not allowed in my class", - Miss Huong suddenly said. "But how can I correct the mistakes I might make?" "You can take a new sheet and start another." Because I have always drawn with pencil, erased the unnecessary parts and colorful carefu...