It was not the only disappointment my mother felt in me In the that followed, I failed her so many years times, each time asserting my own will my right to fall short of expectations I didn't straight As. I get didn't become class president I didn't get into Stanford I dropped of college out For unlike my mother, I did not believe I could be anything I wanted be I could only be me to And for all those years, we never talked about the disaster at the recital or my temble accusations afterward at the piano bench All that remained unchecked hke a betrayal that was now unspeakable so I never found a way to ask her why she had hoped for somethung so large that failure was inevitable And even worse, never asked her what fnghtened me the most why had she given up hope For after our struggle at the pano she never mentioned my playing again The lessons stopped The Id to the piano was closed shutting out the dust. my misery and her dreams so she surprised me A few years ago she offered to give me the puno for my thirtieth birthday I had not played in all those years I saw the offer as a sign of forgiveness atemendous buda removed Are you sure" I asked shvly, I mean won't you and Dadmiss No this your piano, she said firmly. Always your piano You oaly one can play." Well. I probably can't play an more I said. It s been years You pick up fast, said my mother as if she knew thus wascertaia Youhme natural talat You could been genius if you want to No I couldnt You utwot trying said nav mother And he was neither angry borsad she said it as f tomnounce a fact that could never be disproved Take at she sand But I dudutatfrst It was enough that she had offered it to me Andater that every time saw itun my parents lising room sandng front of the bay madows made me feel proud as fit were hung trophy bad won back.