I sat quietly. Listening to my mother's voice as she sing along with the radio. I normally sing with her but I just wanted to hear her right now.
I listen as if this will be he last thing I hear. She has the most beautiful sound, even when she is off key.
Her voice can sing me to sleep or make me giggle when I'm sad. She can will my emotions with her voice. If I can hear her sadness then I'm sad, if I can hear her joy then I can help but smile.
Her voice is like the ocean, it can carve edges into rock but plays with the sand. She allows beautiful and hope but she can also instill fear and pain.
My mother has the most beautiful voice, the most beautiful sound.
She sings to all the songs she may or may not know, not caring of the genera.
Pop
Country
Rock
Jazz
It all flows into beautiful sounds, even in the wrong key.
She could miss 10 notes and sharp and I would still think it was beautiful.
Because she is my mother and I love her, no matter her voice.
No matter her quirks.
No matter her rules.
No matter her taste in music.
She is the most beautiful thing I have ever heard.
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Classroom 215
Historia CortaOh the reason for the title is that I use to have an English class in a room located in the room 215.... Stupid reason but I loved that class so yea! Anyways this will be a series of short stories... They won't have an order ether (Just letting yo...
