“Moooooom! I finished my song! Can I please go play now!?”
“Alyssa,
you can’t just practice your song once.
I said thirty minutes. Show me
you can practice 20 more minutes, then you can go outside.”
“But
I don’t wanna!”
“You’ll
thank me for it one day.”
I began plunking away at the piano keys again, realizing
there was no way out of it. Looking out
the window to my left, I could see freedom.
My brother and sisters were raking up the fallen autumn leaves in our front
yard. But before shoving them into the
large plastic garbage bag, each would take a turn running and jumping into the
giant pile of leaves. And I was stuck in
the fancy living room with no dirt, leaves, or fun, practicing the piano. None of my siblings or I liked the living
room. It was filled with the nice
furniture with a weird dark maroon carpet covering the ground. The only reasons we went in there was for our
forced half hour piano practice or when our parents attempted to gather us all
for family home evening. All of us would
much rather be playing outside in the yellowing, prickly grass.
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