boy, did i kno— to impress your father and at the same time, being terrified of letting him doain, sitting onstage at the minnesota state music competition, fingers poised on the keyboard of my shiny black panltalia accordion. i looked out at the audience of proud parents. then i sa. his piercing1 blue eyes narrolasses and focused unly on me.
i completely choked. i’d practiced my contest piece for months until i kneht as e in tears.
no consolation came from my father, a to me. he just took the on, his mouth a grim line as either. ether enough money for my accordion and lessons. but the one time he on gre music had been our deepest connection.
by the time i came along, the last of five children, my father a large fly. my brothers and sisters and i tiptoed around him band era, and none more than the song tht time. i taught myself the tune from the sheet music, just for him. it didn’t seem to matter that my rendition in style. my father , his eyes closed, tears escaping from the corners as if i’d transported him to some magical, heavenly place.
dad never said a ain attended one of my competitions. i never got over the hurt of having disappointed the one person i’d most ain.
iven me a chance to make it up to him? “mom, this is it.” my daughter’s voice snapped me back to the present. i parked in the lot at central high. “good, i have time to h her piece flaave her a hug. “relax,” i said. “you’re going to do great.”
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