For all my life, the piano was my best friend. I liked fiddling with the keys, and most of the time, I just kept pressing them, on and on, dreaming about old memories and things that I'd never seen before.
I loved it. I know it didn't matter, but I loved it. It was fun, and it made me happy. I'd play the same keys again and again and dream about random things over and over for hours, and I'd still wanna play more. Even if I couldn't hear the sound of what I was playing, playing it always made me happy.
I was born deaf and every time I did anything, it was always wrong. I didn't know why, but everyone always seemed angry with me, but I didn't know why. even when I didn't do anything, they got angry at me, but nobody ever told me why. My siblings never talked to me, and my parents were always mad at me. Everybody always did something mean to me, and nobody ever told me why.
But it was okay because I would always have the piano with me, my best friend. No matter what, as long as it was always waiting for me, everything was going to be okay.
One day, I came back home, and the piano was no longer there.
I wasn't surprised when I couldn't find the piano at home anymore. My family always hated my playing, but my mum loved playing the piano as well, so at least I thought they'd never get rid of it.....
It made me sad.
But it was alright. It was just an object anyway. I could still fiddle with my fingers when I'd be in my room.
Ever since that day. My mum and dad started arguing a lot, but they'd only do it when none of my siblings were around. I was the only one there when they fought. As if they were both trying to say it was my fault.
I couldn't hear anything, but it always made tears flood my eyes. Sad, bitter tears.
My mum stopped making food for me. The only time I could eat was with the lunch money I took to school. Other times, I stayed hungry.
I couldn't blame my mum, and neither could I hate her. After all, it was my fault that she lost her precious piano. The only thing that I thought she and I shared a special bond with. But it wasn't it was something that I stole from her, and now it's gone.
My mum came to pick me up from school because I felt sick one day. The teachers called her without informing me.