Stories (45/0)
Bass Cleft
Written four years ago. D major. F minor. G major. There were so many keys when playing the cello, but those were my wheelhouse, the ones I gravitated towards. Was I a good player? I still cannot answer that question, though I have not touched a cello in seven years. Funny, considering it was my life for seven years as well. Soon, it will be a longer time since I touched a cello than when I played.
By Lalaina3 months ago in Confessions
Lost in the Shuffle
Written in 2019. I feel guilty I do not remember as much about my little sister Itzel’s childhood as I do our other sister, Chelsey. Maybe it is because her childhood is still ongoing or because I was lumped with Chelsey all the time, despite her only being five years older. All three of us are closer than a lot of sisters. I talk more about Chelsey; I share more with Chelsey. Of course, she is nearly sixteen and Itzel is eleven, while I am twenty-five. Chelsey and I remember the harsher moments of our childhoods, working hard to protect Itzel from such gruesome matters. It made us good sisters, it made us close, but it also tore me apart from Itzel.
By Lalaina5 months ago in Confessions
