Chapter 1 Her

• "Mommy, why can't I be professional pianist already?" I said while I swiftly trailed my soft fingers along the piano keys.
• "Darling, it takes time, a professional isn't easy." She advised as she stroked my blonde locks when I continued to play.
• "I want to apply to Julliard one day," I spoke and she hummed to the music I was playing.
• "I have faith in you, baby." She believed my talent would go somewhere far in the world. I was a pianist, who played her heart out in every key I pressed, it was almost I could touch other hearts when I play.
• "Mom, you'll be here with me?" I asked in the empty music room at Michigan school. Her stormy eyes softened at me like a silent promise as she trailed her fingers in my hair soothingly.
• "Always, darling." She whispered to me but I could tell that she was keeping something from me.
• "I love you, mom." I reminded her and she kissed my forehead, leaning down in her short red summer dress.
• "I love you, much more than you'll ever know." She replied as she sat beside me and watched me play.
• The wind blew outside and I was still addicted to a grand piano in the music room, it was like the earth was blessing me with the music. Each key that I played, my heartbeat echoed that as emotions came in floods.
• We both sang "La vie en rose" as my fingers tapped on the keys, that was the last time she heard the passionate music that I made.
• She had cancer. She died and left me, left all the promises she made and remained unkept.
• I was alone with a piano and an empty heart at only seven years old. She went up and didn't ask me to join her.