I reorganized all my previous life’s song drafts.
Experiencing life and death gave me a clearer understanding of life, refining my once–raw melodies to be more moving.
Since returning to the Bennett Family, every night I diligently wrote my music manuscripts.
I never gave up on my dreams.
With Madam Daphne’s help, I started my studio, turning these songs into an album released online.
The release day was a Monday, Lydia Bennett’s birthday.
With Madam Daphne’s help, I started my studio, turning these songs into an album released online.
The release day was a Monday, Lydia Bennett’s birthday.
It was also
my
birthday.
One song was called “Sunny Day!
The lyrics told of a child in an orphanage, longing for a happy family.
This family had a dad, a
om, and the sister she knew since childhood in the orphanage.
The child hoped to shelter her
from
w every rainy day until a sunny day arrived.
Nora Bennett, Lydia Bennett, no one knew the names were mine at age four.
She often cried like raindrops; I loved to laugh, especially making her laugh.
The melody was gentle, the tune tender, leaving everyone in tears.
Twitter trends exploded.
It caused an unprecedented Twitter crash.
Countiess people cried:
“This is a truly moving song! It’s been so long since
a
song made me cry!”
“The domestic music scene is saved. Help, I’m crying to death!”
“I love this genuine emotion, feels like before I became a bitter woman.”
“A million requests for more albums, even my mom, who never listens to music, is on repeat.”
But the story’s protagonist will never hear it again.
Lydia Bennett never knew I truly saw her as a Biological Sister to protect.
She will never know.
And I will start a new life, forever forgetting her.
The End