CompletedMy name is Tang Xi, and I am sixteen this year. My dad is a pianist, and my mom is an ordinary housewife.
My mom has high hopes for me, wishing for me to win first prize in the piano competition. My musician dad always says, "Girls don't need to be too extraordinary; it's enough to learn enough to have common topics with your future husband."
What I find very strange is that my mom is even more insistent than my dad about me becoming a pianist. She uses all her strength and time to push me. "Xi Xi, you can't give up. You will definitely achieve what I couldn't... you will become the most amazing pianist."
She never once asked me if I liked it, or if I truly had the talent to become a pianist. I think she's really strange, always placing her hopes on me for something she couldn't achieve herself.
I hated her and tried to get back at her with the most intense rebellion of my life, but then I suddenly discovered that she didn't just understand piano; on the contrary, she was a genius. My father's masterpiece, his only famous work... was written by my mother when she was fifteen.
I held the sheet music and asked her, "Mom, why didn't you become the most amazing pianist yourself?" She was silent for a moment, then counter-asked, "Yes, why didn't I?"
Was it for the family? For the children? For the parents? "Mom, what about yourself?"