An Old Guitar
Riku finds his father's old guitar
Last summer, I found a in the .
It was my father's old from long ago.
The was , and two strings were broken.
I carried it carefully to my quiet room upstairs.
I cleaned the wood slowly with a soft .
My father played this when he was young.
I touched the strings, and my hand was shaking.
I pulled one and heard a .
The filled my small room like soft rain.
My heart felt something new and very strong.
I wanted to play a real song right now.
I found some old music books in the drawer.
I was reading the notes, but they looked hard.
My fingers hurt, but I did not want to stop.
I practiced the same three notes again and again.
The was ugly, but I felt very happy.
My mother heard the noise and opened the door.
"You like your father," she said with a smile.
I asked her about my father and his music.
She said he always dreamed of a real band.
That night, I held the in my arms.
I was thinking about music until very late.
I made a small to myself in bed.
One day, I will play in a real band.