Dear Violin,
The scene of throwing you on the floor nine years ago is still a vivid memory in my mind. Were you hurt because of my innocent and childish action? I hope after so many years, you have been cured by time.
If I had practised patiently and with more effort, I wouldn’t have been scolded by my teacher for the bad performance. If I hadn’t been scolded so severely, I wouldn’t have had such a bad mood. If I hadn’t been so moody, I wouldn’t have thrown you on the floor without thinking a second more. Do you still remember that since I threw you on the floor, my mum stopped me from playing you? Every time when I passed by the place where we had been the best partner once, I felt deeply regretful. I miss the wonderful and enjoyable music. I miss the time we cooperated with each other. I miss the time of being close to you. While we are so remote now, I still wish to thank you for giving me confidence in music. You have stimulated my interest in playing other musical instruments. You are assured that no way will I ever mistreat my musical instruments again. I am sure you will be pleased with it.
Let’s make a promise that after I have finished my study in university, I will pick you up and hold you in my arm again.
Sorry once again and I really hope you will forgive me. Trust me or not, I really miss you a lot.
Love,
Daisy