April 3, 2024:
"I sincerely believed you had no sense of rhythm."
Spoken in a tone lacking remorse, contrition, or self-awareness of perhaps the consummate parental failure.
More of a certain awestruck admiration, in the moment.
Parental failure.
Parental ineptitude.
Parental distraction, parental lack of interest.
Parental immersion in her own lifelong trauma.
Did she know I wrote the song I was playing?
Or did she think it was something from the radio?