Allan's niece Maggie asks me to teach her play the piano.  "But I haven't played in over a year, what am I gonna teach you?" I ask her.  "Whatever you still remember Tita Erika," she says, as she looks up at me with her irresistable pleading eyes.  I gave in and taught her Mary Had a Little Lamb, two hands, mind you.

I envy her. She's a little girl with talent and dreams and the world at her feet and I'm just a girl who stopped believing, disillusioned with the grown up world.

Sometimes I'm even at a loss for words, and it's a little sad, really, because after all, words are all I have.