He couldn't seem to get through the fog which blurred his memories.
He was probably five years old at that time. He had been at the piano with someone in his arms, the person had seemed younger than him, her little head moving about looking very mischievous. He had held onto her finger, allowing her to remember the notes one by one.
"Momo, playing the piano is boring, let's find Wilson, it's fun chasing after his dog."
"We can go after we are done."
"It'll be too late after we are done and I still have to climb the walls back."
"There's curry rice for after we are done. Think about it yourself, are you going to play with Wilson or are you going to stay here with me to eat curry rice?"
He heard his own cold voice, making that person decide.
That little head had inched forward for a second before lifting up. "I want to eat the curry rice, but it isn't fun to keep playing the piano."
