I look at the tattered old music books that belonged to my grandmother. I touch another key, another until the sound is filling the living room. The sound from the key resonated around the living room. A few days ago, a tuner came and tuned the piano and announced that the piano was in good condition, considering that this piano must be about more than hundred years old. I open the lid and stare at the keys on the keyboard. How that piano reunited with my grandmother after being away for so many years.that's kind of a long story that I will share later. But luckily, after being separated from them for almost fifty years, the piano was reunited with the family and was brought to the U.S.A. After the war of course, my grandmother and her brother, left Poland and moved to the U.S.A to start a fresh new life.
But during the war, this piano was lost, or rather it was sold for money. This piano, is a family heirloom, passing from one generation to another. Dad complained about all the money he had to spend on custom clearance and everything but I know that deep inside, he didn't really care. It took more than six months for the piano to arrive all the way from Ohio to here in Sri Lanka. The grand piano, which used to belong to my grandmother is lying majestically in the living room. Maybe someday, if I get married, I will teach my children to play the piano and then give this piano to them as a family gift. I smile, looking at the grand piano in front of me. So someday, you and your brother can inherit this piano from me," "Your grandfather said that this piano should be our family heirloom. And I learned piano from your grandfather," she touches the keys softly and gently touches the shiny surface of the grand piano, as if she was caressing a baby. He loved music and so he got down this piano here. "Your great-grandfather was visiting Austria for his business trip.when he saw this piano for sale. "Do you know the history of this piano?" Mama asked. She makes me sit next to her on the piano stool. She asks me to come and so I approach towards her. Mama stops playing and she catches me looking at me. So Mama told us that it was important for us to learn to play Chopin. I have just started learning to play Chopin-most of the time, for my piano lessons, I have been learning Mozart but Chopin is like the most important person in our music lesson. I stare at her in awe, wishing I can be like Mama. Mama looks lost in the music, her fingers delicately moving on the white and black colored keys of the piano. She is playing one of Chopin's nocturnes on the piano. Papa is reading newspaper in the living room while Mama is playing the piano. It was one of those moments where I regret the most. And that something is, I wished I had learned to play the piano while my grandmother was still alive. Have you ever regretted something-like for example, you wished you had done that before and you deeply regret about that? Well, I do.