Then Mom died when I was nine.
The music stopped.
Dad put away his guitar and began working long hours. He made sure I had food and a roof over my head, but we rarely talked.
By sixteen, I’d taught myself guitar and started writing songs.
I wanted to study music production.
Discover more
Get Parenting Tips
Find Guitars
Stream Albums
When I showed Dad a college program, he barely glanced at it.
“Music doesn’t pay the bills. Get a real job.”
“But you used to play!”
“And look where it got me.”
I couldn’t understand why he seemed to hate the very thing that had once made our family happy.
After he started charging rent, I took extra shifts stocking grocery shelves.
Whenever I managed to save money, another expense appeared.
I bought a used microphone and audio interface, hoping to record my songs at home.
One evening, Dad appeared in my doorway.Get Parenting Tips
