Maddie In a busy world, I never believed someone would listen to my song. Everyone loves jazz and hip-hop, but I'm worried nobody will ever listen to mine, so I sing it to myself, write it down, and shove it away.Each moment, my audience was Grandpa. My parents never believed in my song, and announcing their divorce made a part of me break.I was never going to see them together anymore; the birthday parties and the vacation mean nothing to them. The last cardigan woven by Mum and sent on my birthday—I still smell it, hoping to inhale her scent every day.I wish to go back to those times she read to me, gave me a peck, and whispered goodnight in my ears before leaving, and when Mum wasn't available, Dad showed me the stars and told me stories, which I assumed were fairytales. Life then was peaceful, but somehow they didn't believe in me. My talent means nothing to me, but it means something to someone. My next-door neighbor.He was an audience for me to sing to, and he always s
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