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Don slowly walked into his brother's house. No one seemed to be home and he wasn't even sure why he had come here.

He saw the piano that sat against the wall in the living room as it always did. It made him think of the fact that he hadn't played since his mother had died almost two years ago. It used to be that he would play every day. He still had a piano in the spare bedroom at his apartment. It had been a present from his parents when he graduated college. But the piano here had always been special because it had been his mother's and the one he had first learned on.

He slowly sat down at the bench and opened the piano. At first he just stared at the keys and then positioned on the keys. Then he just started to play. Letting notes he knew so well just flow over him.