Chapter 12 Captivated by Her Voice

[Gianna's Perspective]

The elegance and grace of the cello reminded me of the one my mother once owned. It had been a long time since I'd touched any instrument.

Until recently, I had forgotten how much joy and importance music used to bring into my life.

As the memories surfaced, I eased myself onto the golden stool and let my fingers brush over the strings.

It didn't take long for me to regain my rhythm. Once I did, I was fully absorbed in the melody, as though reuniting with a dear old friend.

Playing that familiar piece, I thought of my mother. It felt like seeing her again.

On sunny afternoons long ago, sunlight would pour into every corner of our living room. My mother would sit gracefully in her chair, lifting the cello gently as if it came alive under her tender touch.

For a young me, though, learning the cello wasn't easy. The intricate finger placements and complicated sheet music felt like insurmountable mountains.