The house seemed empty and was eerily quiet, but that all changed when the shy girl pressed the shiny, ivory keys and released the first chord. The exhilarating and energy flowed in her as she fiddled her fingers running up and down scales, and her hands jumping across the piano keyboard with joy. Her world was colorful instead of the dull, blandness it was before.
Music was everything for me. I sang in my religious choir and played my many instruments. I always pretended I was a famous pianist and fiddled my fingers imagining myself in a beautiful auditorium with a grand piano. I played piano almost everyday, sometimes I practice and forget the time. I started playing in concerts. By the time I was in sixth grade, I felt something off. I kept hearing a shrieking, sharp noise in my ear. I would cover my ears with my hands waiting for the irritating noise to disappear. I gradually noticed that my hearing ability decrease. In middle school, I was diagnosed with congenital cholesteatoma which grew to block my entire inner ear. To never regain my hearing as it was once before due to damaged caused by the cholesteatoma made my heart drop but, without surgery, I would become permanently deaf. …show more content…
The repetitive beeping of a machine causes me to slowly turn my head towards the source of the noise. Instead of being a scared, little girl, I felt energized for some reason. I looked around the hospital as it was the only thing I could do as my an ear surgery delayed for four hours, and I began to feel butterflies in my stomach. It was the same feeling of excitement like when a college student goes on their dream, the “it”
Music was everything for me. I sang in my religious choir and played my many instruments. I always pretended I was a famous pianist and fiddled my fingers imagining myself in a beautiful auditorium with a grand piano. I played piano almost everyday, sometimes I practice and forget the time. I started playing in concerts. By the time I was in sixth grade, I felt something off. I kept hearing a shrieking, sharp noise in my ear. I would cover my ears with my hands waiting for the irritating noise to disappear. I gradually noticed that my hearing ability decrease. In middle school, I was diagnosed with congenital cholesteatoma which grew to block my entire inner ear. To never regain my hearing as it was once before due to damaged caused by the cholesteatoma made my heart drop but, without surgery, I would become permanently deaf. …show more content…
The repetitive beeping of a machine causes me to slowly turn my head towards the source of the noise. Instead of being a scared, little girl, I felt energized for some reason. I looked around the hospital as it was the only thing I could do as my an ear surgery delayed for four hours, and I began to feel butterflies in my stomach. It was the same feeling of excitement like when a college student goes on their dream, the “it”