Ah! Master looked at me! I looked up attentively, and she looked away. My shoulders slumped as I watched her return to fiddling with some paper, and I sighed silently. More homework, I was sure of it. She had far too much lately. Her tears at night always put her to sleep before I could sing to her, and I was getting increasingly worried. She rested her head on her desk and made puttering sounds with her lips. I could see how bored she was.
She glanced back at me, then shook her head and sat back up. “I have to finish this before I can play, she told herself. My heart sank. She said that each day, but she always completed her work so late, she ran out of energy. Read the rest of this entry »
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