The perfect child they called me. The one who could do anything. That should be able to do anything. The better one, the perfect one, the one able to do anything. Thats what everyone thought. When everyone looked away or wasn't paying attention she wept. Cried and cried until her hearts content. "I'm not perfect." She would say to herself. Her mother mostly payed attention to her and her youngest brother because she thought highly of them. But wasn't what she thought. Piano. The one thing she failed at. Piano, oh how dreadful it was. She always had feared the day the lessons took place. Her brother and sister would get praised while she struggled to simply read the notes correctly.

The perfect child they would call me. Oh how so wrong they were.