It's been a very long while since I played the guitar.
It has accumulated dust and it's wire loosened, now produce an ungodly sound.
I remember the first time I played the guitar. I asked my father for an acoustic guitar as a birthday gift when I was on my first year in high school.
The moment I got it, I practiced after homework, after dinner, during weekends. Playing my heart out, needing to learn how to play the instrument.
When I deemed I could at least play the guitar, with weeks after weeks of practice, I found out both my parents know how to play the guitar. They had fun watching me practice, get frustrated, sort of have a tiff with my own guitar like it was sentient.
Parents, I wouldn't even start to try and understand them.
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