I was three when curiosity was born inside me. I remember the first thing I asked my mom was about the grand piano covered and silenced inside her room’s bathroom.
I grew old asking why it’s hidden. She has offered me nothing but a teary smile, until today. With the same nostalgic yet melancholic look, she said, “Your dad proposed to me with a song he composed inside his house’s bathroom with this piano.”
“Everyday I wait for him to get this back or to play for me again. I placed it here so he knows where to find it.”
Oooohh…sad …sad…..😶😶😶
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ugh. yes yes.
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Aww, sweet, adorable and sad. All the right emotions pop up with this.
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awww. what a lovely comment that is! Thank you, NJ!
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You’re most welcome 🙂
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this was beautiful for all the lovely memories it holds so dear, you write with such lovely melancholy my dear Rose!
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awww. thank you so much, my dear! ❤ i appreciate your words a lot. ❤
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Great story, Rosey! I hope her dad finds the piano and starts playing it again! And you’re right. That tile does look like a bathroom!
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hehe! thank you dear PJ! 😀 😀 😀 I thought it is! Is it? 😀
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Yes! It’s a great story! You did well!
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awww. that means a lot. i think i rusted already in writing fictions. -_- it’s been so loooooong.
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Oh no! You haven’t rusted at all!
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er? realllly??? 😀 😀 😀 thank youuu PJ! how are you! 😀
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I’m fine except for allergies are really bothering me. Sinus drainage that is making my throat sore.
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ugh. is it still winter there??? i hope you’ll be fine soon. ❤
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Yes, it is still winter but on the verge of becoming spring. A lot of pollon!
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ohhhhhhhhh… you’re taking meds?
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Yes
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i hope you will be well soon. 🙂 🙂 🙂
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Thanks Rosey! I went to the doctor and I have a virus. 😦
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oh. 😦 😦 😦 doctor gave you meds???
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No. Antibiotics don’t do anything if it’s a virus.
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ugh -_-
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Sad tale, maybe he will make it back one day. I thought bathroom too, but gave up trying to work it into my story! Nicely done.
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hehe. that’s how i saw it. 😀 thank you, Iain!
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This is sad. Lovely, but sad. 😦
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awww. i agree. thank you dear. ❤
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You’re most welcome! 🙂
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❤ ❤ ❤
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Wonderful writing …the grand piano and bathroom tile seem incongruous but you linked them in an intriguing way!
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awww. i have the same thought. it is kind of tough to pull this off. 😀 Thank you, Lynn!
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Sad and beautiful Rosema. Your story evokes very strong imagery.
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awww. thank you for such kind words, Davy! ❤
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A poignant and well written story, Rosema. Hope her dad comes back soon.
P.S. It surely looked like a bathroom to me too! 😄
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Awww. I hope the same dear Funsie! 😀 P.S. Whew! Glad I am not alone! 😀 😀 😀
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