Friday, January 5, 2018

The Organ

It's true. I miss home. I miss it most when I remember my childhood. When I was still a little girl, I thought I was born rich because I can have it all. Anything I want, anything at all.

Anything in my world at least ๐Ÿค—. Well not until the organ chapter. When I recall back, there was one time when I really wanted to learn and play organ. When I was in the kindergarden, the teacher used to play the organ while we were singing. I thought she was cool.

'Good morning, good morning, good morning teacher; gong xi gong xi..' are few songs that we sang every morning.

Then, I felt that I wanted to become like my teacher. I wanted to play it too. So I asked my Dad to buy it. My Dad brought a 6-year old me to the musical store for an organ hunting. But everytime he brought me there, the store was closed. Literally, it was never opened every time we reached there.

Looking back, it must have been hard to have a daughter like me. Persistent and determined. Well, maybe not as much as my Dad was ๐Ÿ˜. Following few attempts of visiting the store which was always closed, I gave up.

I never had a chance to learn or play the organ, ever. 

The organ chapter didn't really make me realize I was not rich. There was another occasion๐Ÿคฃ. Maybe when I was 10 years old. ใ…‹ใ…‹ใ…‹

But I'm glad to have been born as me. I am me.


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The Organ

It's true. I miss home. I miss it most when I remember my childhood. When I was still a little girl, I thought I was born rich because ...