Benji - 1

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On Christmas day, Benji's parents gave him a new violin.

Violins are expensive. Benji checked the price later, and it was estimated at over five thousand dollars. He had just looked up at his parents, confused, his hands hovering above the green wrapping paper.

"For the conservatory," his mother said, smiling widely. "You've had your old one for years. We wanted you to start at the conservatory with a new one."

"But...I still have another semester at Bradwell." He said, then regretted it. He should be thanking their parents, not questioning why he got a nice, expensive violin.

"We know," his father said and squeezed his shoulder. "But this way you can start practicing with it now."

"Right." Even Benji's winter break schedule involved hours of daily practice.

"So what do you think?" They looked expectantly at him. Benji glanced between his father, who recorded every single performance, and his mother, who told all her friends her son was a violinist. Their eyes shone. He looked at the violin and cradled it closer to his chest. He tried to smile.

"I love it," Benji said.

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