Beautiful Melody
If I had wanted to join in the conversation, I would have told them they were both wrong. I looked like my father, before the drugs, and I inherited some of his musical ability. My mother always said I came out of her with a singing cry, and I was able to play the guitar before I could speak. Although I doubt that, I'm sure I was talking before playing the guitar. As for my qualities, I seriously doubt I inherited them from my father; those belong solely to my mother and her sweet nature.
My charming parents are an unusual match. My father a once famous 80's rocker who used to do drugs, the track marks permanent in his skin. My mother, still the sweet innocent girl who fell in love with a rebel, got knocked up a year after high school, married for all the wrong reasons and lived a life of hell in a foreign country well until dad got clean. I hold no grudges towards the old man for blowing some of his rock star cash on drugs, what's done is done and nothings gonna change it, besides we still had enough to be considered well off. We were moving to Twilight Valley; a new town, a new country, a new beginning. Plus dad thought the fresh air would help him stay clean and get back to writing music. The band was waiting for a comeback, but regrettably they couldn't do that without him. Mom was just happy to be back in the USA and close to a family she hadn't really seen in 17 years.
The radio had decided to die on us about an hour ago, and my parents chatter was killing me, I'm sure soon they will try to get me to join in the conversation.
My charming parents are an unusual match. My father a once famous 80's rocker who used to do drugs, the track marks permanent in his skin. My mother, still the sweet innocent girl who fell in love with a rebel, got knocked up a year after high school, married for all the wrong reasons and lived a life of hell in a foreign country well until dad got clean. I hold no grudges towards the old man for blowing some of his rock star cash on drugs, what's done is done and nothings gonna change it, besides we still had enough to be considered well off. We were moving to Twilight Valley; a new town, a new country, a new beginning. Plus dad thought the fresh air would help him stay clean and get back to writing music. The band was waiting for a comeback, but regrettably they couldn't do that without him. Mom was just happy to be back in the USA and close to a family she hadn't really seen in 17 years.
The radio had decided to die on us about an hour ago, and my parents chatter was killing me, I'm sure soon they will try to get me to join in the conversation.