Making melodies

Copyright: Jan W Fields

He couldn’t take his eyes off the piano.
“Mumma, can I play it?”
“Yes, you can!”
“But who will teach me?”
“We will find someone”
“Thanks Mommy! One more question”
“What is it? Ask me.”
“Can’t you teach me yourself Mumma?”
“Wish I could dear”
“Do you not know how to play?”
“Yes I do”
Her mind went back to the time when she was a budding musician and then she realized that she was pregnant and was left all alone. She’d given up her dreams to bring him up.
"You teach me Mumma and we will make memories together!"
Word count: 100
This post is written for Friday Fictioneers for the above photo prompt.

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