This is the first drawing that I made after my father passed away. At the time, it was also my very best and I drew it in a time of chaos when we had too many people staying in our house and there was a certain air of insecurity among my family.

Looking back, I distinctively remember celebrating his life at his funeral. I hope he would have liked my speech about him, because although I felt like crying myself, it was my goal to make his family and friends remember the good things about him.

I love my father, and I still dream about him very often and wake up thinking that he is still alive. I would like to say that I have no regrets, but we all have regrets when a person who is very close passes away, and that is only a part of being human.

Sometimes I think that my work is very trivial given the scope of life and that perhaps I am deluded into thinking that it is more important than it really is to defend any doubts that I have.

There are a lot of important things in this world, but I know that if given the opportunity, my dream is to be helping to make people happy with my characters and my stories, even if for only a while. I know that if I can do at least that, I would have lived a worthwhile life.