Lovely Meta, meter maid) They'll never believe it

First Photo: The room fell silent. The scholarship letter lay beside the old photograph. Beyond the terrace windows, the garden shimmered softly in the warm summer night. The bougainvillea moved gently in the breeze.. For a moment she seemed nervous, as though she were about to take the stage for the first time. Then she closed her eyes and began to sing. The first notes filled the room. The house became completely still. No one spoke.The voice was clear and bright, carrying far beyond her years. It seemed to float through the open doors and out into the garden. As he listened, he no longer saw the teenager standing before him. He saw the toddler from the photograph. The child who had run through the garden. The little girl who had learned her first songs at the family piano. And now, at the same time, he saw the young artist she was becoming. When the final note faded, neither of them spoke for several seconds. Finally he nodded. "There it is." "What?" "The reason you have to go." She smiled. He stood and gently placed a hand on her shoulder. "Florence is lucky to have you." For the first time that evening, his sadness gave way to something larger. Pride. Not because she was leaving. But because she was ready. This photo: His wife ( the redhead wife on the photo) enters the room, the red-head mother with procelain skin and green eyes. She is only 1,50 cm high. The has red painted finger and feetnails. A golden Chain around her neck like her daughter with a gold chain with a cross and a golden feet anklet with a small bell. She is wearing a white Satin nightgoin. She looks tired beside her stepson Tomas from the first marriage of her french husband Maurice. Tomas is 16 years old and has dark hair. He wears a boxers and T Shirt from Lacost , a map of florence in is hand. He is standing in the doorframe beside his stepmother, to help her up the smal step in the living room. He is watching the scene with a complex mix of emotions. Tina , the mother is clueless.