It’s not fair—music was always my thing. And I didn’t mind sharing it for a while, when Lea was still learning and she needed to come to me every time she wanted to learn a new chord or get help with a new melody. But I can hear the way she strums like it’s second nature, like her guitar is merely an extension of her hands. Her soul. She doesn’t need me to teach her anything anymore. And pretty soon she’s going to realize it, and she won’t look up to me anymore either. Music is my identity. If it becomes hers, will it stop being mine?
