When I was a little kid, my mom hired a piano teacher to teach me how to play the piano. I would go to my cousins’ house to meet my teacher there who was also their teacher. We didn’t have a piano at home so I had to share one with my cousins.
Back in those days, a piano at home was a status symbol. It meant that you are a rich family. I knew my mom was secretly dreaming of having one at home, too. But we couldn’t afford it so we had to content ourselves with the one at the cousin’s place.
Now that I can afford to buy a piano, my mom’s not here anymore. It just saddens me when I see something and it reminds me that my mom used to dream of that but I couldn’t buy her one.
