My quest to see the purpose of existence of special needs children and inspired art works.
“Oh, No. It’s got tangled up again! I really don’t like this thread. Isn’t this a defective one? I’ll never finish making this bag.” Young Meg groaned and stared the knot. “Hey, Meg. When have you learned such a word ‘defective’? It’s rather difficult word for ten years old.” “You know it’s always mum says,... Continue Reading →
“What a .......!?” As Meg and Charles rushed towards stairs they bumped each other, they fought a split of second which one goes up first. Meg was faster. Panting Meg and Charles reached to the landing, stood right behind of George at the doorway to Alfie’s room. At the first glimpse took their breath... Continue Reading →
All Marstones were exhausted by the time when they walk back home from beach. Yet no time to spare for the parents. Charles bang Alfie in the bath to wash top to bottom while Meg put all Alfie’s clothes in washing machine and hand wash the mucky shoes. George was left with his own devices... Continue Reading →
Meg felt back of her neck hair sticking up as if her surrounding air was electrified. “Alfie?!” Meg shouted at the top off her voice she never knew she had such a tone of voice. Despite of against wind, her voice seemed to reach George in distance. He turned around towards Meg then looked around... Continue Reading →
“Oh, what a lovely day.” Meg spilled out the moment she stepped outside of front door to front garden. Almost a little twister like organised chaos plunged through the Marstone household as they were just getting ready for a walk, which made everyone already exhausted except Alfie. But a moment after hit the ope air,... Continue Reading →
Meg woke up with freshly brewed coffee smell followed by distance noise of the toaster tossed up the contents. This was totally different to her usual early morning ruotine. Normally she wakes up with the noise of Alfie runs in to her bed room with filled up nappy, often with out-of-boundary contents. She guessed the... Continue Reading →
Subtle Daphne fragrance from neighbour’s garden won over the fresh soap smell of the washing on the line in the first sunny morning after almost a week of rain. A housewife Meg Marston stretched her arms and picked up next clothes to hang. She wander if there is enough space to hang them all as... Continue Reading →
“Oh, you must’ve be kidding... Not again...... Why they always end up like this?’ A long silvery flare dressed woman was watching the view beneath her with dismay. She was standing on top of the tallest and the most graceful crystal tower at the top of highest mountain in the centre of this continent. Streaks... Continue Reading →
This story was written in attempt to understand the purpose of existence of special needs children backing with multiple scientific reports and evidences combined in this fantasy mixed challenging yet realistic household life hypothetical novel.
My youngest son Alex is my direct influence to write this story, who is excessively friendly, always smile on his face, yet no speech but use minor sign language to communicates, special needs boy. Just like any child, getting knowing him and his disability was slow process since birth. The baby never cried...was like a... Continue Reading →
My journey to live and understanding with special needs son. Now I got my own theory to this condition and try to make sense in my first attempt novel.
Selection of my animal doodle done since October 2014 till October 2015. These are drawn by using randomly Google searched happy animal friends photos as reference. Then doodle them with my own interpretation while in search and hope we all human being will find similar concept to achieve a world we would love to inherit... Continue Reading →
Some collection of my watercolour pencil drawings.
Nanae Miller’s art and novel 