“You do know how much money this is? Especially if you never play it after the first two weeks.”
“Yes, Mom. But it’s just like what Dad played. Every evening, one hour or more. I promise.”
My new, well-used Getzen, Eterna B-Flat Trumpet went home with me.
“Let me tie that. You look fantastic, Sweetie.”
“I told you that I would be playing in The Commons this year.”
“I know, son.”
“Wait until the third song. Yours and Dad’s favorite song, My Favorite Valentine. I’ll be playin’ it for you, Mom.”
“Honey, your dad would have been so proud.”
Written for Friday Fictoneers: Requirements: Use of the Photo Prompt and 100 words.