Secret santa: my funny violin

There comes a time when we all must face the truth...And also a time when we must look back into our life...Because looking back is like collecting pieces of a puzzle...A puzzle that leads you towards your future.... CHAPTER ONE."I used to think that being an adult was the dream. When i was a kid, i used to dream about having responsibilities of my own, go to work, have a career, hang out with my adult friends.... all the things i thought would make life awesome. But it was after i had my first job and voted in my first election that i realized being an adult sucks. It was when i grew up that i remembered being a kid was a sweet gig.When you're a kid, all the big stuff never mattered and you are allowed to dream without limitations. When you're a kid, people took care of you when you get sick and you are sheltered from the cruelty that is this world. When you're a kid, all your friends wanted nothing but to olay with you and would tell you to your fac

She was close. She could feel it in her bones. It was finally time to unmask the man she had been looking for. It took her three years to get to this point. Year glanced over to her violin case and then back to her notebook. She opened to the part where she had written about him. Secret santa: the title reads. She didn't know who it was but it was finally time to meet the person who has been gifting her Christmas for the past four years. Fourteen years old Year stood up and walked over to the board that she used to track her progress on finding her secret santa. She had been going block after block, apartment after apartment, house after house searching for a man that would fit the description for the last three years. Her town might not have been that big, but looking for a single man was like looking for a needel in a haysack. But she kept looking. And after three years she had two more houses left, assuming that the person does live in town. She ran out quickly and went t

The house was getting torn down. Year's jaw dropped out of disbelife. She walked closer to one of the construction workers. "why are you tearing the house down." She asked.The construction worker looked at her up and down wondering who she was. "May i ask who you are?" He asked in a firm tone pushing his eyebrows together. "Oh, i'm sorry, a friend of mine used to live here." His frowned face relaxed. "The new owner is building a new center." "The new owner? What about the old owner?" Year asked almost speaking to herself. The man looked at her in a curious look. She looked at the man and cleared her throat. "Then can i ask who the new owner is?" The man looked at how desperate she was and took a sigh. He turned around and called one if his men and asked for a business card. "The new owner gave me this. Here. I hope it helps.Year took the card and thanked the man for helping her. The business card was from a company in town that produces and sells music instruments un