The Pink Violin My mother played the violin when she was young. I never heard her play it, but I knew it was safely tucked away in the closet at the top of the stairs. When she talked about her days playing the violin, her eyes would light...
The Pink Violin My mother played the violin when she was young. I never heard her play it, but I knew it was safely tucked away in the closet at the top of the stairs. When she talked about her days playing the violin, her eyes would light...