( Flashback )
" Mom, seriously, I am fifteen and you still play Twinkle Twinkle Little Star anytime I ask you to play the piano, I'm not a baby," I said to my mom with a fake scowl on my face, there was no doubt I enjoyed whatever she played.
" My darling, are you saying I'm that bad?" She said putting her hand on her chest in a hurt gesture, we both knew that in my entire life, no one played the piano as well as my mom.
" Come on Mom, you know you're the best of the best," I said to her as I wrapped my hands around her neck.
" But seriously Mom, why do you like playing that poem so much?" I mumbled into her neck.
She separated from me as she took my face into her hands.." you want to know why I love the song so much?" She asked and I gave a nod to affirm her statement.
" Because you
