Luna was a 9-year-old girl who lived in a small town, away from the city
She, like all children, had big dreams, but the most longed for of all was to learn to play the piano like the musicians who could hear on the old radio of the grandfather
However, his dream seemed impossible because his family was very poor; his father was a gardener and his mother a cook, both worked for Messrs. Clara and Mark Johnson, two old curmudgeons, owners of a big house on the outskirts of the town.
The adults and children of the community, they were afraid to approach the property of the elderly, because they were mysterious, lonely and in a very bad mood. – ¡They are demons! – they all said.
Luna thought in a different way, felt compassion for the couple of old people, lived so alone, nobody gave them affection or cared for them. She always asked her mother why Mr. and Mrs. Johnson were so lonely and she just answered that these matters were not her business and that she should not go near that house.
One afternoon after returning from school, Luna decided to go to the outskirts of the town to collect oranges in the fields, but as she passed the house of the Mr. and Mrs. Johnson, something caught her attention, it was a soft melody, so beautiful that it seemed hypnotized. Luna, without realizing it, walked towards the entrance of the house, that music seemed to call her and she was going to find it. Luna stopped at the foot of the entrance steps and sat down to listen to what seemed to be an exclusive concert for her.
The next day, Luna decided to return to the house to find out who was playing that perfect, almost celestial melody. He leaned out the window and was surprised to see that the magical notes that seemed to come from the sky, came from a grand piano located at the end of the room, her keys they were delicately touched by thin wrinkled hands, it was Mrs. Clara who played and looked so pretty with her gray hair, those beautiful blue eyes and a long pink dress. - How can people fear this sweet old woman? - Luna asked herself.
From then on Luna made it a habit to go picking oranges every afternoon to the field, but that was just an excuse to go to the Johnson house to listen to the magic melodies played by Mrs. Clara.
One afternoon Luna went, as usual, to the house, sat for a long time at the foot of the stairs waiting to hear the piano sound but nothing happened, that seemed strange but it was too late and she had to leave before the night began to fall.
Several days went by in which the little girl came to the house hoping to hear again her favorite pianist, but nothing happened, the house seemed deserted and then finally dared to ask her mother.
–Mother, what happened to Mrs. Clara?–
–What do you mean, Luna?– replied his mother somewhat surprised.
–I've been going to the Johnson house in the afternoon to hear Mrs. Clara play the piano.–
–Luna, I have forbidden you to go near that house!– His mother said in an angry tone.
–But why Mother? The stories that tell in the village are false, someone who plays the piano so beautiful can not be a demon –
–I gave you an order and you must obey Luna! –
–But mother!– Luna replied with eyes full of tears – Can you at least tell me what has happened with Mrs. Clara?–
–Mrs. Johnson became ill several days ago –
–Died?– Luna asked in amazement
–No baby, but he's in the hospital –
–I want to see her–
–No way Luna!–
–Oh mother, please. She is not bad and she can not do all that people say. Let me see her –
"Never judge others without knowing them." Goodness and love inhabit the hearts of those who least imagine”
Luna's mother surprised by the attitude of her daughter decided to accept and take her to the hospital to visit Mrs. Clara.
Mrs. Clara was amazed to see the little girl enter her room.
–And who are you? –
–Good morning Mrs. Johnson, my name is Luna, I know you do not know me, but I yes do know her. For some weeks now I have been going to her house every afternoon to listen to her playing the piano. I do not believe in those things that people say about you and your husband, and I am not afraid of you, on the contrary, I want you to be cured so that you can teach me how to play like an angel, just as you do.–
–Do you think I play the piano like a Luna angel?–
–Yes, your melodies are the most beautiful I've heard. You must be cured soon, please-
The old woman to see the innocence and sincerity of the girl was moved to tears.
–Oh honey, how sweet you are. And you're right, neither my husband nor I are those ogres that the people of the city say, I will teach you to play the piano, only if your parents approve.–
His somewhat doubtful mother nodded and said: –as long as it is not a nuisance for you and the girl does not neglect her studies, I have no objection.–
After a few days, Mrs. Clara returned home and started piano lessons. Luna went every afternoon after school and her passion was so great that she learned everything very quickly. With the passage of time, Mrs. Clara became so attached to the sweet little girl that she proposed to her parents to pay for her studies and open a bank account in her name so that in the future she could study music.
After a few years, Luna became a great pianist and all thanks to that angel who had helped her so much.
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