Gabriela Vallín Romo A91620191
Inside a black, old, hard case, there is a wooden, big, beautiful, instrument with nylon strings, a guitar. Not just any guitar, this is the guitar that introduced practically all my family to music, it's the first guitar I think I've ever seen in my life. Since I can remember, that guitar has been either in my dad's hands, being beautifully played, or in its black, hard case, in my dad's walk-in closet. For some reason, I have always been "the musician" of the family, or at least the child that is more interested in music, so that is a very big connection that I have with him.
I can still remember my dad playing some random songs at his desk and my six-year-old self in front of him just trying to catch up with my tiny fingers and my tiny acoustic guitar that he bought me for my birthday. For all those years till I was big enough to play a normal-sized guitar, till I was old enough to go to a music academy, till I was fast enough to catch up with his rhythm, and eventually, till I was good enough to play better than him. This last part made him very proud, he always smiles when he hears me play.
Some people say that our possessions are a reflection of us, and after seeing this guitar for years and years, I couldn't agree more. This guitar has seen it all, the good times and the bad times, the laughs and the tears, the screams and the hugs. There are times when we pay so much attention to it that we can use it every day and play it happily in our family gatherings, but there are times where everyone just forgets about it and it stays lonely in its case for months and months. Yet there it still is, in my house, just like my father, standing strong and patient, after all it's been through, just ready to play. Even though I don't play it so regularly now, even though sometimes I don't even remember it exists, it has presence, so much presence both in my relationship with my father and in my growth as a musician and as a person in general.
In our house, we have Yamahas, Fenders and other four acoustic guitars, but for some reason, we always go back to that old, used guitar from which I don't even remember the brand, but it doesn't matter, because it has taught me so much, been so patient when I'm stressed out, but most importantly, it has pushed me to get better and better, always, just like my father.
