innocence

[[Her mind had always been restless. Since the first moment she was born, a sense of unrest had always overtake her mind. Her parents labelled it a "mental disorder" and forgot mostly of her. She was would sit in the corner of her kindergarden class, coloring in vibrant ways that the teacher called "reckless" and "disorderly" and made the small girl cry. The little girl would come home to a family that didnt except her, didnt want her and felt ashamed to be with her. She sat on her tiny bed and let the tears fall, wondering what in the world she had done to deserve such treatment. She honestly felt nothing was wrong with her little mind.
She would lay awake at night, thinking about the cosmos and why she was even here...why was she unloved? What had she done?
All of it changed when her father bought the piano. It facinated the little girl from the first moment it was brought into the house. The big mover men put it in the Big Room, and there it stayed for a long while. The little girl would pass the Big Room dozens of times everyday, staring at the majesty of the piano. It was what her father called, "retro music material". But to his tiny "metally challenged" daughter, it looked like an escape. She finally found the courage one day to climb up onto its wonderously large bench to let two fingers settle on two keys. Two distinct, crystal clear pitches rang in her little ears, causing her body to tremble. She let all of her fingers land now, making a scale that sounded heavenly in her ears. The sound rang in the Big Room as she giggled and moved her fingers. Some of the sounds weren't as pretty as others, but ultimatly, she was astonished by the beautiful sound. She let her hand flop from one end to the other and giggled at the strange sound that she seemed to recall as the type of sound used in a cartoon when one character was falling.
She found the flawless, ivory keys wondrous and studied them for hours, pushing the key and singing it in her head, memorizing it. Music was more to her than just sound. As she pressed the key down and made another scale, she giggled at the feeling of self satisfaction it gave her that she was acutally making something. Not only something, but something beautiful. She sang a little as she continued pressing more and more...then a figure caught her eye. Her mother was standing in the threshold of the door. The tiny girl climbed down from the bench and ran over to her mother. "i didn't break it." She stated clearly. The mother was staring at the child in a way she never had stared at anyone.
The mother realized then the horrible mistake she had made. As she stared down at her adorable daughter, a mind in this child's head completely devoid of corrupt thought, she realized her daughter was nothing as she assumed, but a musical genuis with the restless mind of an artist. She hugged her daughter, apologizing in the little girl's ears. The little girl smiled.
"I know mommy." She said, hugging her mother back, and skipping out of the room.
The little girl had made everything right. That also satisfied her. She felt, just then, that she had earned a cookie for the afternoon and entered the kitchen to get one.]]
-"Innocence and Other Stories"- by me