Tiny little house

Somewhere in a tiny little country, there was a tiny family: Father, Mother, and a very special boy named Max. 

Max didn't like anything white. He always wanted to make the world colorful, but for him, the whole world was just this tiny house: one bedroom, one living room, and a kitchen. Mom, Dad, and this tiny house were more than the whole universe to him.

It was a happy family. Mom was proud and happy to have Max and her husband. She always wanted to share every single moment with them.

But time passed. They left their little house to find themselves. Not together, but each was searching for the little keys to happiness they had lost many, many years ago.

The happy little house was empty. The small, happy family was no longer there. Only Mom found her key to happiness. But the happiness key isn’t like any other key—once you open one door, another one closes. And that’s what happened. Once Mom found her happiness, Dad started to feel lonely.

Only Max was happy without a key. He discovered the world was much larger than the tiny house he had known. He had so many white spaces to color.