My mother told me that she once owned a life-size portrait of Paul McCartney. She said my father gave it to her when he was courting her, but the pencil-sketched was ruined by a big storm. I didn't believe her, since I didn't have a proof and because I had never seen my father actually sketch or remembered him helping me with my art project during my elementary days. It was my brother who actually drew for me.
Once, (out of boredom)I tried my hand sketching James Van Der Beek, David Dachovny and Brad Pitt and my mother said, "you were just like your father".
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