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It all started with a question from my mom. Growing up, I was passionate about playing guitar. I started about seven or eight years ago, when I was still in first grade. On our way home from school, my mom would often ask, “Hey, Mr. Kevin, what instrument would you like to try?” I know it will sound ridiculous, but I clearly remember what I responded. I answered immediately, “Egg shakers!” Right after I said it, she burst into laughter.

My mom finally changed the question after hearing the same answer from me for a few days in a row. She told me that my two older sisters, Alina and Katty, had just started learning to play classical guitar. She asked if I wanted to join them and take a class too. At first, I was unsure. I didn’t really know what a classical guitar sounded like or how it was different from other types of guitars. But when I saw my sisters practicing at home, I started to get curious. The melodies they played were so calm and beautiful that I couldn’t help but hum along together as the notes danced around in the room.

I decided to give it a try, but when I started, it wasn’t easy. The strings hurt my fingers, my hands got tired quickly, and I kept messing up even the simplest single-note exercises. I remember feeling frustrated and even considering quitting. But every time I felt like giving up, my mom and sisters reminded me that everyone starts somewhere. Their support helped me keep going. With consistent practice, I slowly improved. I remember the first time I played a full song by myself, I felt so proud of myself, like I just performed a real concert. Over the years, l’ve continued to play. I’ve moved from basic tunes to more challenging classical pieces, and every new song teaches me something different. Guitar has taught me patience, focus, and resilience. It also gives me a way to express myself, especially when I’m feeling stressed or overwhelmed. Sometimes, I even create my own short melodies when I need a break from schoolwork.

More than just a hobby, the guitar has become a part of who I am. It’s a connection I share with my sisters, and it’s a skill I’ve nurtured with my own effort. Even if I don’t become a professional musician, I know that the guitar will always stay with me. Whether I’m playing for an audience o r just for myself, it helps me relax from stressful situations, like during exam weeks. I can express myself by playing melodies or chords that match the mood I’m in. For example. I might play a very chill and slow tempo piece when I get shouted at by my parents. I can also connect with others when I play the piano for my classmates during school events or for my family at holiday gatherings.

Looking back, I’m glad I didn’t stick with the egg shakers. Choosing the guitar gave me something meaningful and something I could grow with. It’s made me more confident and creative, which are qualities that help me not just in music but in school, relationships, and life. Maybe one day, I’ll inspire someone else to pick up a guitar for the first time, just like my sisters inspired me.