For days, sorrow covered her heart like a dark cloud. She never expected it to break, snapping like a feeble twig. Her wooden cello was all she had left from her beloved grandfather. He was the one who had taught her to play and to allow music to soothe her soul. She felt closer to him whenever she plucked those strings.
But now it was gone and with it she feared his memory would also fade.
At church that night she longed for solace. But instead she found something more: a new cello, waiting for her to play a melody.
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