My daughter began to play.
“Dad kept it all these years,” Owen explained proudly.
Clara sat beside Maisie and helped her position her little fingers on the keys.
Then my daughter began to play.
The notes were occasionally wrong, but I knew that melody.
“Dad kept it all these years.”
Mom used to play it while Nathan and I waited impatiently for his lessons to end.
Later, when Nathan and I finally had a moment alone, I held his hands.
“This is the most beautiful gift anyone has ever given me.”