Piano.

I have a piano. In grandma's house we used to have two pianos. Once in vacations grandpa woke up me with a happy birthday played in the piano. I missed those days. Those I loved have being dying since then. The only two persons that could play piano in our family died. Now the pianos are almost broke. Nobody can play the piano. I wished through all my life to learn to play the piano. And I couldn't granpa told me I had to learn fractions and I was I little kid. I learned perfectly fractions so I could learn piano lessons and then grandpa felt sick.

What else it's left when u learn math to learn piano? Nothing. Just pretend you like it because you can understand it. And get confused in your life. And then somebody will ask you for your future, your abilities, and when you tought you have forgotten the reason you are good at math. Something or someone will remember you, the stories of the piano, how you only saw I few times grandpa in the piano, and the uncle. And there's nothing to do about that.