Music in My Heart: My Journey with Melody

I push away from my keyboard, wanting to run to Mom. But when I fling open my door, she’s already there, and I throw myself into her arms. She asks what’s wrong. I say I just miss Grammy.

Mom says she heard me playing with so much passion and feeling, and that when I play that song, it makes her feel like Grammy is still with us. She hopes I’ll keep playing music like that.

I smile, wishing Al and Josephine could keep playing and keep their business too. Will Melody’s family keep fighting for it? Then I remember something.

I ask Mom about the guitars. We shouldn’t give up so easily. Music is worth fighting for. Mom agrees and says she’ll keep pushing for the music program. I tell her I’ll help too. I don’t know how, but I know one thing: I found my passion.

Cool relief washes over me. When Mom asks if I want to come read in her office, I finally say I’m ready, take one last look at my keyboard, and whisper my thanks to Melody. Then I follow her down the hall.