For the longest while, Amanda stood, partially, in the doorway of Eliana’s bedroom. She was a diligent little one, plucking carefully at the chords her daddy had taught her. She looked adorable, sitting in bed with the guitar that was perfect for her petite size. It was only last week that Niels and Amanda had caught Eliana sneaking off with Niels’ guitar, attempting to play. The frets had been far too large for her little hands, and the body of the guitar awkward against her small frame. Now, she seemed like a natural. The chords she were still trying to perfect weren’t yet too harmonious, but Amanda could tell that her little girl would be pretty good at it if she put her mind to it. “Still spying?” Niels’ whispered voice nearly made Amanda jump out of her skin. She had to press her hand over her mouth to keep from squealing in surprise. Giggling, she let him pull her away from Elia’s bedroom, and when they were safely in their own room, she sat on the bed and sighed contentedly. “I’m really glad she found something she seems passionate about.”
“So am I,” said Niels, sitting beside Amanda. They’d worried about Elia as she kept pushing to do sports or dance like her sister. She wasn’t a dancer, and sports were just too strenuous for her fragile lungs. It scared Amanda to death every time her little girl pushed herself to be as good as her sister. They already had to watch her so closely when she played outside with other kids, when it was too hot, and during swimming lessons. Guitar was safe and she had a knack for it. “I think she’ll be good,” said Niels. “She’s a natural.” Amanda smiled and leaned against Niels’ shoulder. “Just like her daddy,” she said. “I think she’ll be amazing. Maybe she could achieve those dreams you once had. Become a big rock star.” “Or country artist?” Amanda made a face, making Niels laugh. “I guess we’ll have to wait and see huh?” she said.
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August 2017
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