When family stories resurface…

One day, while playing in the attic, I discovered a cello. I begged my parents to let me learn how to play it. They looked at me sadly and refused. But, backed up by my teacher, a former cellist, I insisted. And my parents signed me up for music lessons. I was able to take the cello and my mother finally told me her story. The instrument was the only thing my parents took with them when they sneaked through the wall. It belonged to my grandmother. Now, the people are growing angry, the wall must come down and I will at last be able to meet my grandparents.