Music in My Heart: My Journey with Melody

I push away from my keyboard, wanting to run to my mom. But when I fling open my door, Mom is already there. I throw myself into her arms. She asks what what’s wrong. I say that I just missed her. She squeezes me tight and says she heard me playing. The song… I played it with so much passion and feeling. Grandma would’ve loved it. I know, I say. I really miss Grammy. Mom nods and says that when I play that song, it makes her feel like Grammy still with us. She hopes that I’ll keep playing music like that.

I smile, only wishing that Al and Josephine could keep playing, too. That they could keep their business. Will Melody and her family keep fighting for it? And then I remember something.

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

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