Every time the boy is on stage, he shines. Even if I'm not able to be physically there to watch him perform, I know that he shines. Soon he will be off pursuing his interests and dreams, and I will be here, imagining, waiting, hoping. When he's surrounded by so many supporters, teachers, friends, family, people who enjoyed his playing, I am small. But I wait. I wait for him to see me, I wait for him to give me a familiar smile. I wait for his eyes to tell me that he's mine.
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