all my growing up years, i wanted a guitar. please, mom, i'd beg, let me have and learn the guitar, so i can sing for you like joni mitchell or joan baez or judy collins. please!!
that christmas we moved, the boys got the bikes they wanted, and i waited for my gift... which was a ukulele. she thought it was 'cute' and as always, a version of what i actually wanted.
i never sang for her again.