Not only Chéri couldn’t write, they weren’t used to holding a pencil either. They stared at the piece of paper and sighed. They tried to imagine what could be described as “family”. They repeated the stickmen, without changing much between them, only their size. There were two big ones, some mid sized ones and some small ones. Chéri drew a heart around them and then patted their chest, smiling with something that vaguely resembled… shyness?