A year ago...
"Why do you always have to play that god damn song! My ears are hurting!"
I complained for the nth time. But Peter(my dad) pretended not to hear. He went on playing the grand piano in the living room.
I was furious at him.
"Will you ever stop that?" I asked him, rather forcefully.
Suddenly, he stopped.
Then he looked straight at me, his hazel eyes glimmering.
"What's the matter with you Koala? You always loved my song," he exclaimed.
"I used to like it, but now I don't." I repeated, disgusted.
Peter heaved a sigh.
"I thought you were happy to hear me play."
I stared at him.
"Then you better stop that. Or else I won't be happy again." I said.
It was super disgusting to even keep a piano in our house. But dad insisted that playing the piano was his passion of li
