My dad has never been the easiest man to impress but my brother Nick could always do it. When Nick would play the drums, my father's eyes would sparkle and light up like fireworks on the fourth of July. I always wished my father would look at me like that but it was only my brother who could generate that look of pride. My father is an amazing drummer, so watching his only son take after him must have been great. My brother and my dad are the two people I adore and respect the most in this world and all I wanted to do was be like then and make them proud.
After my brother died, I never saw that look of pure joy in my father's eyes. I would try so hard to impress him. I played the violin, cello, piano, and even the flute hoping to please him but it was all in vain. I never saw even a glimmer of pride in his eyes. I would often ask. "Daddy are you proud of me?" and he would sigh and say of course he was, but his tone sounded like that of a tired old man whose daughter was exhausting......
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