Over the years, it has sat there in the same spot. The house would fill with music as the lifeless piano came alive with melody. Grandpa was in his suit, with the smell of Old Spice drifting past, and Grandma was in her Sunday dress; sometimes, she even wore a corsage for special occasions. Dad would always be ready first and sit at the old piano to play while everyone finished. The house would fill with beautiful music as the […]
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