My favorite doll danced on my dust-covered old piano. Her tiny feet created dissonance that haunts me. My spine was stinging from these unpleasant sounds. I had no place to hide in this empty room.

I begged, “Honey, please stop play that piano, would you?”

My doll raised her eyebrows and asked, “Do you hate this melody because it reminds you of all the things you could have done better? “

“Yeah! Yeah!” I cried, “I wish I could change them! There are so many regrets in those days!”

“Wouldn’t it be a better idea to get rid of this piano? What about today? ” She asked.

“I tried but failed…and that’s the biggest thing to regret about.” I faltered. My whispering died faster than the last note she played.