Memories

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MIRIAM

I must have been three or four. I don't remember much from before I hit my head that fateful day.

The only sound I remember is.... The sweet singing of the birds. And the piano.

I recall that time like it was yesterday. The room was large. Yeah. With big windows. And there was a lot of people. I didn't know what to do. Everyone was wearing black.... And it all felt wrong.

I had wandered down a hall, hoping to find a way to escape the looming wrongness. That's when I heard it. The lilting melody of a beautiful song.

I entered the room. It was too pretty to ignore. A boy was at the piano, singing words that I did not understand. He sounded.... Sad, but in a beautiful sort of way.

He told me his name.... but I don't remember it.

But the piano and his amazing voice will never leave my memory.

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