Finding My Voice

Finding My Voice

I was swaying back and forth, hitting all the notes, feeling myself.  But a few lines in, I noticed the look of sheer terror on my mom’s face.  ‘Dang’, I thought in my little baby head, ‘Am I f-ing up right now?’  (In my memory, baby Ry has a gangster inner monologue.  I don’t remember if I finished the song.  All I came away with was feeling like I had done something truly wrong.

 

That was the last time I sang.