It all started as a joke, or did it not? She wasn't sure. All she remembered was that she heard the sound that filled her ears when she was just a tiny being in her mother's womb. The sound would sing her to sleep and raise her up as the morning came, and that makes her more eager than ever to come out and see for herself what makes such a sweet melody.
Times without number, the melody has comforted her and made her want to come out quickly from where she lays to see the beauty that produces such sound.
A few months passed, which to her was days, and now, she couldn't wait anymore. She fought tooth and nail to disregard the presence of nature and came out at seven months. But fate, as they say, was cruel as she was kept in an incubator. She whined endlessly at her state but knew she had to face the consequence of her actions.
Times passed painstakingly without the melody at her service. She became depressed and lost but… she still survived through hell faced. She knew she couldn't go back… At least, not yet. She had to see what produced such melody, so she fought again, but this time, it was the fight for survival.
Finally, as she came to the melodic world, she came to see not what but who held the item that produced such a sweet melody, and she fell deeply in love with the person.
She'd giggle endlessly, with no teeth, and sometimes would close her eyes to listen, letting the music drown her very being. Other times, she'd look at the person who made such a sound with an instrument and smile wildly at her.
With her tiny feet and hand curled together in giddiness, she would listen to the sound that emanated from the item. It was the same sweet melody that she had grown accustomed to. Series of melodies that made her want to see the world.
...and with her doe-like eyes up in admiration, she would watch the human who she got to later know as her big sister sit with all smiles and play.
With her hands high up, she would clap her tiny hands and mumble incoherent words to her role model, her sister, and before she knew it, she started mimicking her sister playing. The first time she did it, everyone was laughing. Her mother, her father, and most especially, her sister. She saw how their faces were filled with so much love, and that made her happy, too.
So, yeah! It may have started as a joke, but as time went on and she grew, she got attached not just to the item or melody but to her sister as well. She had never stopped adoring her and saw her as her role model.
Before she knew it, she also started playing well. She followed her sister's instruction, even got to sit at her sister's chair and held the item which she later got to know as a violin close to her so that she was filled with so much emotions as she played too. It was right then that her picture was taken.
The perfect posture and emotion captured. A moment to be cherished and a stepping stone to more to come with a series of perfect imperfect melodies to fill her world with and also her family with her role model by her side.
…and her name? Yes, she is called Melody. A name she has come to adore because of the memories it brought.
Truth be told, she never remembered her life in the incubator, but she did get glimpses of her time in her mother's womb whenever she looked at her mother. Maybe that's why she adores her mother as well because she had built such a wonderful connection with her.
Melody would hug her mother's belly and scatter rains of kisses on it. She found comfort and a lot of peace just placing her head on her mother's tummy. To her, that was heaven if truly such a place exists.
To her father, Melody remembered how he would gently rub her mother's belly to speak to her. She remembered his voice especially. It was filled with masculinity, held authority, and a large amount of peace, love, kindness, wiseness, and positive vibes.
She remembered… oh, yes, she does. Of moments when she came to the world and was being held skin to skin with him. His body provides a safe place for her. She knew with him that she could sleep on air and be sure she'd never fall. He is her pillar, her friend, and so much more.
Melody loves it. Moments spent with him all hitched to her brain united together to create this sort of memory of him. She remembered how he'd lift her up gently like the goddess that she is and set her on his lap to tell stories or feed her her favorite meal.
All Melody knows is that she loves them all. Everyone has something unique about them. Series of connections they shared with her before she came to the world of theirs, and now that she's with them , one would think the fire will dim because of teenage years.
But to Melody, that was when the connections built had a great impact on her. Even when fame hits her like she was the queen, the whole world has been waiting to hear hold a violin to play, Melody never for once deserted her family. She brought them to the spotlight with her and introduced them to the world.
She'd speak fondly of them and how much she loved and cared for them when interviewed. She saw the world adore them like they should be adored, and that brought her peace.
No matter how many years passed by, Melody never for once forgot. She never for once forgot from where she came from and the connections that made her who she was today.
The world's melodic presence.
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