I used to play the guitar until my father demotivated me with his hurtful words. Secretly, I taught my younger cousin how to play because his father bought him a guitar. When his guitar broke, I let him play mine since I had stopped using it. My father was always impressed by him, which made me jealous. Despite this, I felt a sense of warmth and comfort whenever my cousin played my guitar and sang while I drew or studied. One day, my father and I argued because I felt he loved my cousin more than me, and I took out my jealousy on my cousin. Soon after, I lost him. I never asked how his guitar broke, but I later learned that it broke while he was trying to play my favorite song as a thank-you for teaching him and letting him use my guitar. When I heard you play, you sounded just like my cousin, and he played with the same passion. This made me feel like I was listening to him again. Thank you
