The Heart's Melody (TwoSetViolin)

s e v e n : brett

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i dont mean to sound overreacting, but im very happy to know that some people out there are reading my work. i will continue to do my best to update everyday tho it's hard balancing writing and studying. thank you for understanding, and for your appreciation! //

plus, let us all keep in mind that this story took place in 2020. Thanks!
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Three months pass by in a blur, and it was a struggle to balance my studies and taking care of Mom. Though, I could say that I was a lot better than I was before. I began going back the friend group. We've been having sleepovers at each of our houses, but mostly mine since I'm living alone at the moment.

So, I started to stick to a certain schedule wherein I could still have freetime. Every Wednesday, my class ends at 3pm. From there I visit the hospital, and would sometimes spend an hour or two in Mom's room. She still hasn't woke up. But I told the nurse to call me if there were updates, any time of the day. I actually made friends with the nurse, she told me to call her Sarah. She was a nice old lady who was responsible for taking care of my mom.

So, there. From Monday to Friday, I'd have classes. But from Wednesday to Friday, my classes would end at 3pm. Wednesdays were the days I visit my mom. Saturdays were reserved for cleaning the house, and Sundays were my free time. Sometimes I'd hang out with my friends, but most of the time I'd usually stay in, read books, or even play piano pieces I haven't played for a long time.

And today, is a brand new Saturday. Which meant, I had to make the sure the house was spotless and was free of dust.

I started cleaning the living room first. Then, I moved on to the kitchen. I scrubbed the counter top. Then I moved to Mom's room. Hers was untouched, so I just decided to tidy her bed which had some paperworks, probably related to work. I pick up some of them, and indeed, they are. I placed them on a table.

A yellow envelope lying on the floor caught my attention. It stood out from the rest, it had my baby pictures spilling out from the opening. I smile as I collected them along with the envelope.

I see one where Mom and I went shopping and I was inside the shopping cart. I was probably 4 or 5. Then, I pick out another. I laughed at the memory the photograph brought. I wore a violet dress and a blue hat, I was crying, my ice cream cone in hand, and the vanilla ice cream itself was embracing the floor's surface. I was too young to remember.

I scan through it some more, chuckling to myself as I now sat on the carpet my mom had, while looking through the pictures.

It was then that my evaporates from my lips when I see an unfamiliar face.

The boy was around 5 with a stoic look on his face. He had glasses, and the woman behind her wrapped her arms around his skinny body.

That's my mother. She looks so young, her face was lit up, her hair was short which meant this was a long time ago, because she now had beautiful long hair that she treasured so much. Her face was slightly red because of the heat, and the little boy the photograph looked straight at the camera.

I thought. The photo I was looking at slipped out of my hands and fell lightly on the carpet.

I really do have a brother.

Even though I have seen the picture, it was still very hard to believe that before, Mom had given birth to him.

I flipped around the picture to find out if there was any information. And I wasn't mistaken. It does have something typed at the back in red ink.