I started playing piano when I was seven years old.
I had a very strict Chinese mother who sat next to me every night. My fingers would fumble on the piano, and my mother would complain because it’d be the 1000th time I’d made exactly the same mistake. My elbows would droop and my fingers would fall apart. She’d yell at me because I wasn’t listening to her. I’d start crying and she’d shout, saying I didn’t have the right attitude. I’d cry and cry and cry. I’d cry.
I’d just keep crying and crying.
I cried every night for a very long time.
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