I DREW A HEART

A child draws hearts that remind the family of cherished memories.

The young narrator draws a heart on a steam-covered mirror in the bathroom. The child’s sister sits nearby brushing her teeth. Though the heart comes out wobbly, the child’s sister loves it: “That heart is like / our hips when we’re dancing / our hands in the air.” The protagonist spends the rest of the day drawing hearts—a wriggly heart makes the child’s older brother recall “you / when you bounce in your chair / and leap from the steps.” Another heart makes the child’s father think of “a kite caught in a breeze, / a dream that drifts.” The child draws bold polka-dotted hearts, tiny hearts that will bloom like cherry blossoms, hearts that bring to mind rain clouds. Sze’s text is poetic and sweet, with each member of this loving and supportive multigenerational family praising the child’s efforts and creativity. Depicting the textured woodgrain of a wall to sandy beaches, calm shores, and clear blue skies, Stoop’s beautiful, soft illustrations fill the page and bring layers of warmth and texture to the story. Long after sunset, paper lanterns lift into the air, symbolizing heart after heart that the little one has drawn in appreciation for those who fit into “this special heart that is mine.” Characters are cued Chinese.

A tender story that feels like a cozy hug.