“Let me show you what Dad got for me on my birthday. Come with me,” he said enthusiastically, as he grabbed my right hand. Still in a quite perplexed state and at the same time, not being able to make any guesses at that point, as to what he was about to show me, there was this eagerness to see the thing that made Matt as excited as this. When we got to his room, he opened the cupboard adjacent to his bed and pulled out a blue 1/4 guitar. “Wow! First off this is beautiful,” I said and then smiled subtly. “Thank you,” he replied. “But you never told me you play the guitar,” I said, faking an angry face. “Yes because I’m still learning to play. Dad’s teaching me,” he replied. “That’s really good. Alright Matt, can you now release me so I can take my luggage to my room and take a shower?” I asked sarcastically.” “Yeah, sure!” The first semester of my final year at college had come to an end and I had just arrived home from the airport. I had given up my initial intentions to be st
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