"I had forgotten the world…
but you were always hidden in my melody, Mom."
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We had reached a small mountain village today.
Peaceful place.
But… I don't know why, my heart felt heavy. Restless.
Everyone was asleep.
Sera.
Mira.
Papa Toren. Lio. All of them.
I slipped out quietly.
Took my guitar…
And walked to the edge of the hill.
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I didn't want to play.
I just touched the strings.
Felt them.
And that's when…
She came back to me.
My real mother.
The one from Earth.
The one who never really understood me.
I wanted to become a musician.
But she always said:
> "That's not a real career… people laugh at such dreams."
And as I kept failing,
she grew quieter.
The last time I saw her,
she didn't shout.
She didn't cry.
She just had… that tired face.
Empty.
Like a chapter already closed.
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And when I came to this world…
I thought I'd never think of her again.
But tonight —
My heart whispered:
> "Sing. For her."
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I wiped my tears.
And began to play.
> "You were words…
I was sound…
We never matched…
But still… you stayed around."
> "You walked away
I broke apart
Yet every note I play…
carries your heart."
> "What you couldn't say
What I failed to hear
Tonight… I'll sing it all
Through these chords, crystal clear."
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The wind moved.
It was cold.
But I didn't stop singing.
That pain… it finally had a voice.
And then…
I heard a soft voice behind me.
> "Did you… write this yourself?"
Sera.
I just nodded.
She picked up her violin.
And without a word, began to play.
Two sounds blended together.
One of pain.
One of understanding.
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We didn't rehearse that night.
We didn't even talk.
We just felt.
Two musicians under the stars.
Singing for someone who would never hear it…
But still needed to be heard.
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As the morning sun rose,
I whispered into the air:
> "If she's listening from anywhere out there…
I just wanted to say:
I still play.
For that same dream."
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And I think…
That night,
maybe she forgave me.
And maybe…
I forgave her too.
Turned that silence
into sound.
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To be continued…