my flute

I wanted to start playing the flute again when I was 16. I don't remember there being any debate when I told my mom - I think she agreed with the idea right away. So she took me to the music store to look at the flutes. The best model had a gold mouth piece. It was so beautiful and unique. I decided that's the one I wanted. But my mom said it was too expensive. We would have to wait, shop around a bit more. Maybe a couple days later I came home from school and a case was on the kitchen table. I opened it to reveal the flute with the gold mouthpiece. I remember that moment. I felt so happy. Not just joy for possessing something I wanted really badly, but for the generous thoughtful gesture of her offering me something I wanted really badly, even though it might have been a little out of our means. It's something I overlook everyday, but I really don't think anyone will ever love me more than she does.