‘Make us proud!’ were Mum’s last words.
I’d smiled, weighed down by not just my violin as I entered the Conservatorium of Music, ready to audition for a spot like generations of my family.
They buried me in my favourite jade dress yesterday, along with their lifelong dreams.
© Sanch V @ Sanch Writes (7 Sep 2020)
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Christine
11 September 2020 at 2:26 amFailed auditions are bad enough, but when the weight of the family’s regard is on you, too – oof. This was a quick trip from hope/pride to despair.
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northie
11 September 2020 at 5:13 amExpectations… *scowls* You told a lot of story in those few words.
Jen Mierisch
11 September 2020 at 11:59 amThe weight of the violin and the expectations! I wanted to know how she died.
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Ajay Patel
15 September 2020 at 6:24 pmYour article is really awesome. I am glad to read this great post. Thanks for sharing such a beautiful article. Keep posting.