As a child, you don't normally adopt an appreciation for the craftsmanship that goes into creating an instrument like this one. The burgundy wood casing, the ivory keytops that were one at a time coming unglued, and the creaking storage bench with its collection of hymnals and dated instructional books - all of these and more I was able to experience daily as I worked out my major and minor scales and arpeggios.
I think she tried to play the instrument a little, but I never got to hear this. Perhaps for this reason I was encouraged to start studying the piano the following year.
When my family and I decided to move to Taiwan in 2012, it was hard for me to part with the piano. We were uncertain as to what the future held for it. Would we have to sell it? Should we put it in storage for a few years? Neither of these options seemed the right thing to do.