(This is being recalled from a very young mind...) When my father would begin telling a story from his childhood, he would begin with “When I was a little girl…” which would cause an uproar of high pitched objections from my sisters and myself. He would simply smile and continue on, as he now had our complete attention. I started this post at the beginning of November of this year when thoughts of my father return annually on the anniversary of his birthday. This story, however, is not about my father… When I was a little girl, I lived in a small house on Pine Street with my father, mother and three sisters. Ours was a busy, full house. Lisa was the oldest, very beautiful and very bossy. Pam was next, also very beautiful and we envied her fashion sense. I was the third in the line of my sisters, a middle child that cried a lot, made funny faces and was very comfortable at the centre of attention. My little sister, Joanne, enjoyed the status of being the baby in the family. She wa...
This is beautiful and makes me thought about 'being alone'.
ReplyDeleteCan you really play the piano? This is a rare gift in Brazil, I mean among regular people.
All my love.
Cleverly done, they say that 'What goes around, comes around!'
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Kenia, my girls are musically gifted and have taken piano for years - now they are teaching me - I am a beginner!
ReplyDeleteI am sure you are right Andy, and I am waiting patiently for that.
Peacefully
wow,that's wonderful! And they are teaching you now? that's so sweet!
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