Piano
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Thread Topic: Piano
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Usually I just go on writing rambles when I'm sad so this is gonna be crappy..
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You looked just like your mother. Not me.
There is certainly a problem with that, since she had passed away when you were still young.. And here we are, you and I.. And I honestly must say, you mean everything to me.
You were so small when I took care of you by myself, and though they say that nothing will be stronger than the bond between mother and child.. I felt the bond between father and son was stronger.
I remember your first steps, how you were so scared to stop holding on to me, but finally you did and walked. You giggled and your knees buckled as you walked. I couldn't possibly have forgotten such a beautiful thing, both your walking and laughing. It's something I'll cherish forever.
Then you began grabbing the markers on my desk and you would write on the walls. I would scold you, but in reality, I was happy because you were growing up.
When you finally managed to draw something that was 'legit', it was a picture of you and I. But we were both frowning. I caught sight of this and I had asked you why we were frowning.
And you told me..
"I had a dream last night, it was scary. This happened.."
And you tore the picture in two, so that you and I were separated.
By then, I knew that you were aware of the fact that you didn't have a mother, while others did.
But you grew and never really whined.
When you were older, you had asked me for a piano. That Christmas, I had given it to you. The joy on your face was priceless. You gave me kisses and hugs and thank-yous.
The money paid would never be bother. You played beautifully. You were in love with a singing program- Vocaloid. I had listened to enough to know that you were doing many covers on their songs, and from other songs as well.
One song you tended to play a lot was White Vow. It was a sad song, you would say. And you'd play every note as though you were born knowing how to play it.
But I didn't know how much the songs you were playing represented your mood. Sometimes they'd be fierce songs, sometimes very sorrowful. Never did you play a happy tune, other than the Christmas songs.
One day it became apparent. You confronted me and asked me why you couldn't see your mother. I didn't know how to respond, but in the end I told you that it was because she had died a long time ago.
After that, you stopped playing piano. And you avoided me. When I did come up to ask what was wrong, you told me to go away. And I always did.
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Will continue tomorrow.. xP -
that is so sad!
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This is so beautiful! I'm loving it so far.
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i just cried at this.....:') it was beautiful....plz continue!
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