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I sat at the dusty piano at my Grandparents' house, my Grandmother next to me on the stool, watching me intently as I pressed the keys. I couldn't tell when I made a mistake, so she pressed the correct keys for me. I bit down on my tongue as I played. I couldn't hear what I was doing, so it was frustrating. But I would push through. I had to. This was important to me. Josephine was important to me. And I was going to finish this song by Valentine's day, even if it hurt me.
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A Silent Symphony - A Short Story
RomanceIn which a boy picks up his sheet music for the first time in three years, after becoming deaf and therefore, losing almost all that he loved.
