My friend would always call me if she feels lonely; she started living with her mom since her parents broke up. Her dad is a good at playing saxophone; I remember being invited once to an event where in her dad was featured for the evening. When he started playing the crowd went quite, and although I was still young, I knew I was able to appreciate the music. And when it was over everyone stood to give praise,

After a few years, my friend would always tell me how she misses her dad and every time she would see a selmer saxophone, she felt like she wanted to look for him and listen while he plays.

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