As I ran my hands through the keys of the piano, I got lost in the music and began to sing as well.
“Moonlit memories, a dance with the unknown,
In the verses of the wind, our stories are sown.
The pain of goodbye, the joy of hello,
In the lyrics of life, we find where we grow.
Through the echoes of the past, I'll find my way.
a symphony of courage, breaking through the grey.
With every note, a journey unfolds.
In the rhythm of life, our story's told.”
I sang with my eyes closed as I resonated with the lyrics my mother formed.
She has always wanted to be a musician, and that was why my dad established the company—he wanted to see her shine.
But when it was time for my mom to actually pursue her dreams,she backed out because she was scared of failure.
She died without being able
