My thirteen-year-old son, David, lived for his guitar. It was his voice, his escape, and his most prized possession—a gift…
I remember standing there, watching him hold that guitar like it might disappear if he looked away for too long.…
My thirteen-year-old son, David, lived for his music. His guitar was his constant companion, a prized possession we had saved…
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