Greg came back early today from school.
Upon getting into the house, went straight to his piano and sat down on the chair close to the white and black piano.
He craved to listen to a certain melody and so he decided to play it for himself.
As he sat down on the chair, he pressed down his slender fingers of both hands on the keyboard which caused the hammers to strike the strings, producing his favorite melody.
Today makes it two years of coming to this country with nobody to interact or relate with.
Making friends is actually hard for him and so he depended on his piano to keep him sane, accompanying him through the journey of loneliness.
As he was playing the piano with full focus and enthusiasm forgetting about every other things as usual, a persistent knock on the door came to
