My mom lost her father when she was barely three years old because of illness. She has no memories of him except that he plays harmonicas. My grandmother used to tell us that if he’s alive, he could’ve taught us play harmonica too for he’s good. The sad thing though, grandma wasn’t able to keep the harmonica grandpa used to play. I wonder how is it like listening to someone so close to you play a melody , much more if it’s a sound from a harmonica. Oh well, I should stop this sentimental things before I get to miss home so much!