I am taking piano lessons this year. You may wonder if my mother is my teacher, but she is not. She said she doesn't have enough patience to teach her own kids. (And I believe her!)
Most days I like to play. But some days ... I hate it.
At least once a week (sometimes two) I rant and rave that I hate practising and that I want to quit. So far she hasn't let me. I'm kinda guessing she never will. She says how good I am already and that I'll be better than her someday. Yeah right, she can play everything.
She tells me that one day I'll thank her. We'll see.
10 years ago
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