He is my brother's piano teacher. My parents found him through some organization that specializes in musical therapy for the mentally retarded. Ryan was his first ever piano student.
I came home for my birthday this year and - low and behold - his birthday is the same as mine. Ryan had a lesson that day. Mommy was in charge of getting the birthday cake. When I got there Daniel and Ryan were finishing up the lesson and Daddy was finishing up the lumpia. The cake was displayed proudly on the kitchen table. It said:
Happy Birthday Daniel and Summer!
We celebrated together. He was polite enough to stay for dinner and blow candles out with me but had to rush off for what I imagine were his real birthday plans. Mommy says out of all of the piano teachers we have had (and in 20 odd years we have had many) he is the best for Ryan. He noticed Ryan enjoyed rhythm so he suggested they sing together. Now they sing during their lesson every week, Beatles and show tunes and pop hits. Ryan's playing has progressed and he is better than he has ever been.
The world needs more Daniels.
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