"And then one night, out on the East Room, I hear this most glorious sound. I poked my head in, and there you are- eight years old, playing some kind of classical piece so effortlessly. You turned around when you heard me, you let out a crazy laugh, and you went skipping off down the hallway. And after that, I used to hide around the corner from the East Room just to listen to you play. Something so simple but brought me so much peace. And I don’t know why I never told you that. "