Why I Regret Playing with My Five-year-old Niece

Or why I wish I was more of a jerk

All images by the author.

It’s about nine months into the pandemic. I’m in my study room, staring at the digital drawing in front of me. I yawn. My eyes tear up. The drawing gets blurry. I’m feeling drowsy. Alright, time for a break.

I close the drawing app, put my tablet away, get up, and head to the kitchen. I’m on my way…