I stepped off the bus one lovely fall afternoon and raced inside the house. I had plans to get my red dodge ball and commandeer Scotty and Kirk into a vigorous game of Crazy Dodge Ball.
As I flew through our small entry, my eyes flashed across my mother who was seated on our piano bench, smiling like she won the lottery. I came to a grinding halt.
"Kara, I have some good news for you," she announces excitedly.
I sit on the couch, a little unsure because my mother's good news is usually weird. For example, one day she was very excited to enlist our help in planting her tomatoes. Another time, she was very pleased to see us dusting our room. Do you get the picture?
She continues to smile, oh so pleased with herself, as she says, "I found you a piano teacher! Your first piano lesson is today!"
I can't breathe for a moment. I stare at her feeling betrayed and suckered. I crumple into a fit of tears and surprise her into upset.
"Kara, dear, you don't understand. You'll love playing the piano. I learned as a child, and I have always regretted quitting."
Then why didn't she take lessons? Why didn't she spend her free time at the piano?
It was horrid. I was doomed to carry out the ideas of my mother, the ones she thought were necessary and good. I had many years left of having my life planned for me...
Oh, the agony.