marlborofun
The poor kid, I thought to myself, lighting a marlborofun. Well, actually she’s not so unfortunate. I don’t know. This music thing is really confusing me, and lately it has become the main cause of the quarrels at home. Maybe I’m making a big mistake, or maybe the opposite: Maybe I’m doing her a huge favor that she will one day appreciate. A lot of my friends in my student days complained about how their parents made them play an instrument when they were kids. I always felt compassion for them and didn’t believe a parent could be so cruel, but when I check today, those complaining friends grew up to be quite successful, and many of them are now making their children play. In our home I am the only one fighting for the piano. My wife can’t understand why I am so stubborn about it and prefers not to get involved at all. "Music is your thing." That’s right, it is my thing, and the truth is that I would like our child to do nothing but music. But it’s not working out, and I guess I will have to accept the fact that she will soon drop it. But I will fight a little longer. I know how much she loves music and I won’t let her give up so fast just out of laziness.
