I realized I couldn’t let my parents tear down my daughter as they had done to me. “I think it’s time for you to leave,” I said firmly. Shocked, they gathered their things. The door clicked shut behind them, and I turned to find Lily in tears.
“Daddy, I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“No, baby, you did amazing,” I assured her, pulling her into a hug. I explained that their laughter was wrong and that she wasn’t at fault.
After she went to bed, I reflected on the evening. I approached the piano and vowed not to let my parents’ cruelty taint it.
The next morning, we sat together at the piano again. I encouraged her to play, and as she did, I felt a sense of hope. This was a new chapter for us, a chance to create a world filled with love and support, where she could thrive without fear of judgment. Each note she played marked a step toward healing for both of us.