No, I haven’t finished Natalia’s Journey yet, but I’m blocked on that one at the moment and I got a great idea for a new one. This is the preface that I may or may not keep. Enjoy!
“Happy birthday, sweetheart!” Hannah’s father passed her a package covered in brown paper.
She took the rather heavy package and set it on the floor, smiling as she knelt beside it and began to peel off the wrappings. “What is it?” she asked as she did so.
“Open it and see!” laughed her father, seated beside his wife on the padded bench near the fire.
Hannah grasped a corner of the paper and ripped it off, revealing a black case. Removing the rest of the paper, she undid the two latches on the case and lifted its hinged lid.
A gasp escaped her lips at the sight of the lacquered wood, the warm, rich brown, the smooth curves of the violin. She touched one of its strings, then gave it a tentative pluck. The high note resonated clear and strong through the air.
“Mine?” was all she could think of to say.
“Yes, dear,” said her mother’s quiet voice. “For you.”
Looking to the corner of the room, where her grandfather’s violin sat in its place of honor on a red velvet cushion atop an oblong table, Hannah sighed as she wished her grandfather were still here to play it for her. It was too big for her yet.
“I know, dear,” said her mother, following her gaze and understanding how she felt. “But it is too big for you. You are only eight years old, and the violin is much, much older and much too big.”
“How old do I have to be to get Grandfather’s violin?” she asked, a slight lisp caused by her missing front tooth.
“Just a few more years,” replied her father, just as he always did. “In the meantime, though, you had better practice with this one.”
“I will, Father, thank you!” She jumped up and flung her arms around his neck, then pulled her mother into the hug as well.