I can't remember a time before I loved music. To be honest, I'm not sure it existed. My mom isn't big on music, but my dad is. He played all his favorite recordings for me in the womb, introduced me to all of his great loves. Mom taught me about poetry, later, and art, but Dad was the one to give me music
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I could really relate to the daughter being afraid of her father's opinion and of not being "good enough" for his expectations. As it turned out, much of that was in her head, but I wasn't so lucky.
I understand this was fiction, so even more kudos in getting such authenticity in it!
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Wonderful work! Loved this take. One of my favorite entry this week.
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There was so much emotion captured in this. Beautifully written. :)
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