Becky, a passionate visual art lover, discovers Freen, a blind violinist, whose music speaks to her soul. As their worlds collide, an unexpected and beautiful love story unfolds. Let's see what happens!"
"Freen! Freen! Are you done?" Phi Nam calls out to me. I'm backstage, with my makeup artist making the final touches. Today is my first performance on this big stage, surrounded by so many esteemed people.
My heart pounds heavily with each step I take towards the stage. I can't see anything; it's a dark world for me. But I can hear the applause meant for me. Each clap is a reminder of where I am and the expectations placed on me.
As I start my concert, nerves begin to set in. This is my first time performing on such a big stage, in front of senior musicians, well-known singers, and professionals. I feel like a small piece in the vast world of music.
My hand is shivering, but I calm myself. I take a deep breath, grip my stick, and start to play my violin. I play from my heart, with every note expressing an emotion. The music is soothing. I love this feeling; I love playing the violin. I forget the grandeur of the stage and immerse myself in the music.
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When I finish my concert, I hear a loud, thunderous applause, louder than I've ever heard before. The audience screams that I played exceptionally well.
I smile at their praises, feeling satisfied. Backstage, I immediately hug Phi Nam. She hugs me back, and I feel at peace with her, all my stress melting away. I smile sweetly. I've never seen my sister, but I know she's beautiful. Even if she weren't, I love her the most.
We're not wealthy, but we have enough for a normal life. Our parents left us a home and some money. Now, I earn through my concerts, grateful for this gift.
Phi Nam has been taking care of me for years. She's my sister and my parent since our parents left. We live with a trusted nanny, more like a mother to us, named Mai. I'm lucky to have them; they never let me feel alone, at home or outside.
Phi drives us home. She praises me a lot for today's concert. "The foreigners loved your violin playing, Freen. They were truly mesmerized," she says, her voice filled with pride. I'm very happy they enjoyed my music.
The next morning, while we were having breakfast, the doorbell rang. Mai, their trusted nanny, brought in a small, beautifully wrapped package along with an envelope.
"Freen, another letter and a gift have arrived for you," Phi Nam said, her voice filled with excitement.
Freen's heart fluttered. "Read it to me, Phi."
Phi Nam opened the envelope and began to read the letter:
"My lovely Saro,
Your performance last night was nothing short of magical. Your music transcends the boundaries of sight and touches the soul. As a token of my admiration, I hope you enjoy this little gift.
Yours truly, Admirer"
Inside the package was a custom-Braille music book containing transcriptions of some famous violin pieces.
I ran my fingers over the Braille, my eyes widening with delight. "This is incredible," I whispered. "Whoever this is, they truly understand me."
Phi Nam said, "Freen, yes, they really understand you. But who could this mysterious person be? No return address written on it."
I said, "It's ok, Phi Nam. We'll find out slowly. I'll be patient, and I'm very thankful for that person for sending me this gift. I hope we'll meet soon."
Phi Nam held my hand reassuringly, and I knew she was smiling cutely at me. I at least once want to see my Phi Nam. I have only heard descriptions about her!
As I held the Braille music book close to my heart, I couldn't help but feel a sense of connection to this mysterious admirer. Their words, their gift – it all felt so personal, so intimate. I knew that whoever they were, they saw me for more than just my music. Saro they called me Saro what a beautiful nickname for Freen Sarocha.
Phi Nam was already teasing me with the person who called me Saro in the letter I wish I could meet her soon!
