Mama doesn’t believe I hear the angels singing. I press a key, they sing to me. Black keys, low voices. White keys, high voices. Their songs rise and rise, high into the sky. Mama doesn’t believe the angels sing to me, but they believe in me. They sing to me in the music I play, so I sit for hours and hours pressing many keys. Mama doesn’t believe I hear the angels singing. One day, I know she will. And that is why I play.
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Published: 17 April 2021, on JeniseCook.com
Image credit: PublicDomainPictures/17902 on Pixabay.com
The Story behind the Story
The featured image inspired me to write this tiny story, which I included in a unique and personal Happy Birthday eBook that I created for a special, long-time friend.
The little boy’s face spoke to me. He told me he could hear angels singing.
Who am I to doubt him?
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