Another short sad story. I like how it circles back to the idea of the piano it gives it a complete feeling. The writing is simple and polished making it easy and enjoyable to read.
“You never play anymore, you just sit there,” I told my dad one afternoon as the light fell on the black and white keys and his unwavering hands. He seemed lost in thought as always and kept his eyes fixed on his fingers. I recalled how the music notes would fill our home from early morning before we were ready to go to school. It was the sound of the keys and the smell of the coffee that made our home what it was.
And now, the sound ceased to exist.
It was three months ago when my mother passed away so suddenly. It was a calm night in March when I heard her being rushed down the stairs with my dad. I came out of my room with my headphones on my shoulders not knowing what was going on. She had on her light…
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