MOM

Focused and happy, my mom sits down and plays the piano. Her almond-shaped eyes look intensely at the music sheet.

Since she finishes the song without making any mistakes, she smiles. She plays the song again, while squinting at the keyboard. Her navy-blue baggy pants swing around, and her purple vest shines in the sunlight.

When my mom stands up to get another music sheet, anybody can observe she is the average height for a woman. As she swiftly flips a page with her slim, long fingers, while being careful not to rip it, she bites her lower lip, trying to find the right notes. Her eyebrows twitch in anxiety. She finds the right notes, her arms move powerfully as her hands fly across the keyboard.

After she finishes the song, she stands up to close the piano. Whistling happily, and with a spring in her step, she goes out with Nori (our dog).