In those young sincere eyes I could see a question bothering him so much. „what is your talent?“ He asked. I understood his curiosity mixed with worries. As an older sister I stood there frozen. I wished to be wise even this time. Do I feel complete doing ANY activity? I had to admit I didnt know what my talent was. Was it my disappointment that I felt or was it reflexion of his one?

He found his love for music just year later. Maybe when we start looking for something, it will come to us.