The Magic of Music

I scrambled over to my flute, picking up the broken pieces and sobbing. "Mom got this for me! This was the only thing I had left of her!"
"So, what?! Get over her! She's gone! She was an idiot for leaving. She never loved you!" Suddenly, the front door slammed shut, and the bar girl was gone.
"Hey!! Come back!" he suddenly turned on me, eyes burning with rage. His tall figure towering over my cowering, small body. "You made her leave! You're a stupid girl!" He had grabbed his vodka bottle off the coffee table and flung it at my head. I remember scrambling out of the way just in time, picking up my broken flute and dashing up the stairs, still sobbing.
My flashback disappeared suddenly, leaving me in my room with a tear rolling slowly down my cheek still staring at the dusty black case. The instrument inside more than a broken device. It symbolized a broken heart.