This portrait of me was drawn by a street artist in the early eighties in New York. I don't know his name, but I still keep this drawing as a souvenir of that time. It's a pencil drawing, and surprisingly, it's still in good shape. Amazing!
I was happy and accepted his kind offer. He started to draw, and I felt so pleased. The city and its people looked so nice. Thinking that I was in the world-famous city of historical significance made me happy.
While he was drawing, curious onlookers started to assemble around us. Since the location was near the university, many students were among them. One of them, a female student, mocked me, saying, 'You look so nice in the drawing compared to your real appearance.' I kept my smile to myself, but I liked her comment.
This drawing is very valuable to me. It's a time machine for me to travel back to that time. It's a reminder of the city and its people. Each time I look at this drawing, I feel happy and satisfied. I think about how beautiful life is and how wonderful people are!
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