Six Word Stories

There is a house on the corner in my neighborhood which I pass on my evening walk. A couple of years ago I heard the sounds of a beginning violinist as I walked by. I heard it every evening as I passed. In the summer this young musician who was maybe 6 years old would be on the porch practicing. Often I would hear her mother trying to get her to come in. She would keep playing until mom came out and got her. Now she has graduated to a 3/4 size instrument and I look forward to hearing her play on a summer evening. I imagine that she will be concertmaster of a major orchestra one day.
 
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