This morning in heaven my Mama smiled. She also covered her ears at the racket going on inside my car.
She had broken it to me early in life that I was the only one of her four children who “couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket.” Oh, how I envied my songbird sisters and baritone brother. While they harmonized with Mama, I dared not hum above a whisper lest sibling ridicule rain down on my tone-deaf ears. Mama compensated me with dance lessons, tap and ballet, but I yearned to play the piano like Baby Sister and sing pop tunes with Brother.
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