My Nephew Smashed My 8000 Dollar Gibson Guitar And My Family Expected Me To Forgive Him

my house, you drop off only. Saturday came, and the doorbell rang. Tyler stood there, ten years old now, holding the small guitar I’d sent anonymously months before. Thank you for the guitar, he said. I looked at it. How do you know it was me, I asked. The note said music heals, he said. That’s what you always said. I invited him in and we sat together continue reading …