Hello everyone! This is a short story and i hope you'll enjoy it. Brings me warmth in my heart everytime I read it. :-)

I get this idea of the story from my favorite violinist, Vanessa Mae. When i saw her music video where she plays the white violin, title: "Storm"

This story was my homework and my family and classmates whom read it, they all love it! It was dedicated to them.

This book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2016, All rights reserved.

~Cat :-)

***

One afternoon, after a day off. I strolled along the street surrounded with shopping buildings. Untiringly gazes at every shop's window. I passed by that I almost memorized its name, to fill-in my little curiousity world, or perhaps over-shadowed the loneliness inside me.

As I passed the Drake's Musical Instrument Shop's window, I saw a pearly white Violin. It caught my eyes and almost open my mouth in awe, about a half million price tag. Oh no! But, Yes! It always caught my attention. I cannot help it...

I remember my best friend Allie once told me, that white Violin has a very fine and very, very sweet tune to play with. My hands seems has it's own mind, dug my pocket and pull out what inside to show... two crumpled hundred bills, few cents, and a paper clip. Oh my! I could not help my tears falling down my cheeks, and sighed. Yet, I am still wishing to buy that violin... just someday.

I am just a 12 year old orphan girl, working as a maid in a very rich family, where my parents both serving to, before they passed away in an accident. And left me behind my 2 younger siblings under my care.

I tug on my shoulder bag, and turned around back home, towards the street where houses are belongs to the rich people.

I stop among one of the most splendid gates and press the speaker besides the gate with the moss covered wall.