"And finally, the most important part," he said, pointing to the bottom center of the square. "The door. A tall rectangle. This is where we welcome our friends, where we hug our family when they come home, and where we keep our hearts safe."
"Now for the roof," her grandfather continued. "We draw a big triangle sitting right on top of the square. This is the hat of the house. It protects the family from the heavy rain and gives the birds a place to rest their wings." Ana drew the triangle, her tongue sticking out in deep concentration. Kako Se Crta Kuca
The old man smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He set his cup down and leaned over the table. "Well, my little artist," he said. "Every house starts with a strong foundation, just like a story." "And finally, the most important part," he said,
She looked up at her grandfather, who was sipping coffee across from her. "Deda," she asked in her soft voice, "Kako se crta kuća?" (Grandpa, how do you draw a house?) This is where we welcome our friends, where
"But a house cannot be dark," the old man whispered, tapping the center of the paper. "We need windows. Two small squares right here. They let the golden sunshine in and allow you to look out and see when the spring flowers are blooming." Ana added the windows, drawing a little cross inside each one to make the glass panes.