Piano bitterness

When I was a child, I thought myself to play specific melodies on an home organ by ear. My proudest moment was playing our national Anthem for my mon, when we got gold in the winter Olympics 1994. I was 10 years old.

My mom talked about giving me piano lessons. She even got in touch with a teacher, and was super excited about it. I think I was as well.

Then she died. A cerebral hemorrhage wiped her out of existence. I never got the piano lessons. My dad wasn't even remotely interested in this feminine endeavor, or anything else that was related to or reminded him about my mom.


I have ever since been super jealous of pianists, and bitter about this. I have fiddled a lot with musical creations ever since. But I cannot read note sheets, and I cannot play piano.


Therefore I am super stoked about attending piano lessons this fall. I hope I will get an experience of comprehending something new, and a feeling of growing my self esteem.