"You’re not even trying. Again!"
My calloused hands dance across the keyboard. A finger slips and the piano groans.
"Your father would be ashamed. Again!"
My blurred vision falls from the yellowed sheet music to the faded ivory. I miss another note.
"Faster. Again!"
I stumble once more as the tempo increases.
She rises from the bench. “Absolutely worthless. You’re done for today.”
I hang my head in shame. I know what’s coming.
The floorboards creak as Mother returns from the kitchen. I wince.
It’s hard enough to play with three fingers. It’ll be even harder with two.
By reddit user whiteddit
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