Olympic Dream


An extension of my arms, that is my cello. The gift I received from my rocker parents when I was five. Ironic as it may seem, dad and mom have accepted that my inherited musical ears are not for loud drum beats but for soft, melodic classics.

Since the beginning, they supported my dream—to play solo not in extravagant orchestra houses but in the glorious Olympic Stadium in Berlin.

My music classmates and even my teachers say that’s impossible, but their words are futile.

I only listen to my parents, who believed I can even I, myself, think I can’t.

Word count: 100 words

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: © CEAYR

In response to Friday Fictioneers prompt for 13 May 2016.

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly writing challenge hosted by the generous Fairy Blog-Mother Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction.

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51 thoughts on “Olympic Dream”

  1. Really wonderful. I think she listens to the right voices, the ones cheering her on no matter what. If they believe she can do it, so does she and maybe it means she is more talented and has more potential then others see. Well written 🙂

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  2. Beautiful ❤ A lovely little ode to music, and classical at that! As an ex-violin player myself, I have a particular affection for the string instruments. Just a lovely little story, this one was, Rosema.

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  3. Such lovely parents!! With the right support we can indeed achieve even the impossible… And I really hope she just listens to her parents only (not even to herself if she doesn’t believe in self) 😀 😀


      1. Ha. I think Dad’s are like that! Mine, too! He always forced me to have a call center job (call center of BPOs if you know what I mean pays high here in our country). He almost always make snide remarks about my salary.

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      2. My salary after college was so low, my dad kept commenting that I should have studied education and became a teacher. When I lost my job in 2007, (I was out of work for 2 years) he was unbearable. It was a relief when cousins I had suddenly couldn’t find teaching jobs because there weren’t any of those around either. he had to let up about the field I chose to work in.

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  4. I don’t know how universal Mother’s Day and Father’s Day are, but here we are between both in the calendar, which is great timing for reading this narrative. Rocker parents who support their Classical daughter. And playing in the Olympic Stadium in Berlin. Dreams, passions, exotic places all brought together in praise of the family. This is uplifting, to say the least, Rosema!

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    1. thank you very much! That is so true. Unintentionally, this post was made in between Father’s Day (june) and Mother’s Day (may). 🙂 Thanks, Christopher! 😀


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