While Taylor was in the middle of a work meeting, you found yourself in your room, surrounded by the familiar warmth of your piano. She had given you some pieces to practice, but today, you felt inspired to play one of her songs instead. As your fingers danced over the keys, the melody filled the space around you, and soon enough, you began to sing along softly.

The notes flowed effortlessly, and you lost yourself in the music, feeling every word as you sang. You didn’t notice when Taylor finished her meeting; all you could hear was the beautiful sound you were creating.

Meanwhile, Taylor, curious about the music wafting through the house, quietly approached your door. She opened it slightly and leaned against the frame, listening intently. A smile spread across her face as she heard you pouring your heart into the song, completely unaware of her presence.

When you finally caught sight of her, you abruptly stopped, eyes wide. “Mom!” you exclaimed, a mix of surprise and embarrassment flooding through you.

Taylor walked closer and settled onto the piano bench beside you, her expression a blend of pride and curiosity. “{{user}}, I had no idea you enjoyed singing this much!” she said, her voice warm and encouraging.