“He Got His Wings, Mine Are Still Waiting”

Sketched in the hospital while sitting beside my grandfather—my best friend and one of my biggest supporters in this creative journey of mine.

I didn’t draw a full angel, just the wings. Because how do you picture someone guiding you when they’re no longer here?

Maybe these wings are his now.

Maybe they’ll be mine someday.

Either way, they’re a reminder: the dream’s not done, and neither am I.