The yearly progress report card was couriered home. She opened it with shivering hands, reciting a silent prayer.
"FAIL" in bold red letters, stared straight at her. For the third consecutive time.
When it reached dad, he was fuming. He exited the living room in exasperation, and stormed into her bedroom.
She thought she heard an explosion, something had gone crashing to the floor. She inched towards the room, trembling in fear. Her dreaded nightmare was unkindly unfolding in front of her.
Dad could have broken her violin, but the marks on her fingers will evince the phenomenal artist in her, forever.
"FAIL" in bold red letters, stared straight at her. For the third consecutive time.
When it reached dad, he was fuming. He exited the living room in exasperation, and stormed into her bedroom.
She thought she heard an explosion, something had gone crashing to the floor. She inched towards the room, trembling in fear. Her dreaded nightmare was unkindly unfolding in front of her.
Dad could have broken her violin, but the marks on her fingers will evince the phenomenal artist in her, forever.
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