of the session. dad yelled when i made mistakes and sometimes made me practice the wrong way, causing trouble at my lesson. i think the teacher finally figured it out and asked him to let me practice alone so that she could assess my progress. that only made things worse. now, i had to do things dad’s way and lie about it to my teacher. what a mess. i finally decided to practice for two hours, one by myself before dad got home and another with him. that was not as successful as i might have hoped but was definitely an improvement.
as my life got harder, i played the piano 