I’ve been so tired lately that I knew I needed some time by myself or I would go crazy. I planned on spending my evening listening to music, eating oreos, and catching up on my writing.
It was my girl guitar student. From now on I’ll just call her, Little K
“Will we have guitar lessons again?”
“Sige, mamaya. Siguro 8:00?” (ok, later, maybe 8?) I’m trying to hold my ground. I must be strong. I am in charge of my own time.
“Seven na lang!” (7!) She’s relentless that one. I guess bargaining in this country doesn’t just apply in the market.
“7:30 then. I have some things to do first.”
She peers in my house wondering what I’m doing. I try to tell her I am writing. I like to write. It’s one of my hobbies. She still has a suspicious face but accepts my explanation.
5 minutes later…
Knock, knock. There’s two of them now.
“Why not now?” Little K asks.
“Ok fine. Now. And then you go home for dinner afterwards.”
It’s hard to hold your ground when you’ve got two cute kids standing on your doorstep.
Little K asks for guitar lessons almost every single day. I’ve just come to accept it and let her come in. Sometimes I think she enjoys the company and attention just as much as the guitar lesson. Lately she’s been getting really good. I was attempting to have a bunch of the kids sing a song together while Little K and another boy played guitar. Everyone was off key, off tempo, and off melody but no one seemed to notice. Little K did. She was struggling to play the normal rhythm while at the same time stay in time with the rest of the group. She gives me this look. A confused grimace. It makes me laugh out loud and I restart everyone, this time on the same tempo.
I just found out that Little K will be moving in the summer. I won’t be able to see her again after that. I was very sad, not only because she is the best student I have ever had (not to mention a girl guitarist), but because she is the sweetest, most loving little girl ever. She has become a big part of my life in the little time that I have known her. Despite (or because of) her insistence at coming over every single day, she has made a difference in my heart and in my residence here in the neighborhood.
a girl who dreams