When I was in my early twenties, my sister brought me to a youth group community—a place where we sang, listened to Bible stories, and found solace in music.
The melodies were enchanting, filling the air with a kind of magic that made everything feel lighter.
But amidst the harmonies and heartfelt words, something else caught my attention.
Or rather, someone.
He was seated at an electric piano, his fingers gliding effortlessly over the keys.
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