Young Reka 
Re-read an unfinished Eternal Rain short story and then felt like drawing little Reka. This is based on a scene from the story:
“I don’t get it! Why can’t I take food to my friend?”
“You can’t be friends with a Peasant, Reka,” I tried to reason with him. “There’s a line between us and them, and bad things happen when you try to cross it.”
“You too, Mom? Hisao’s a good person. Just because he doesn’t have money, I can’t be friends with him?”
I was surprised by how much he already knew and was really thinking about this. “It’s just how things are. You’ll understand when you’re older.”
“But that’s not right! Why does that have to be the way it is?”
I couldn’t argue with him. I didn’t personally disagree – I was just too comfortable in my lifestyle, and I turned a blind eye to what seemed to be a universe away from mine while trying to hold onto what I had. I knew that Reka had no idea how absolutely awful people were capable of being if you challenged the status quo; but I was still taken aback by the fire in my eight-year-old son’s eyes.
