Dreams
"I hope you are right. I want things to go back to how it was two years ago but I dare not voice out my thoughts," Yang Mi said. Seeing how grim Yang Mi was Xiaotian tried to come up with a lively topic that would brighten up her mood.
"Mi Er, while I was searching for information about my big sister and her family I learned that you play the violin and also I read that you have won several awards, how come you are so good at playing it when you are just a kid?" Xiaotian asked as she stared at the picture of Yang Mi playing a violin hanging on the wall. From mere looking at the picture frame, she could tell that it was taken at one of her concerts.
"Xiaotian, I am not a child. I will be 11 years old this December 23rd," Yang Mi scolded her just like she had always scolded anyone who dared to call her a kid.