When the exuberant little sister (not yet piano babe) looks in your face with the sweetest of delight to give you the paper she drew for you to "keep forEVer", and arrives back from her let's-divert-her-energy-elsewhere walk to the railroad tracks with a rock that she "MADE for you", and when all is said and done plops herself down on the piano bench and says:
"Miss Lauren! You NEED to hear this," and--
she's right.
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