Today is a special day for Viola Song, an inspired pianist who wants to become world famous. Today could be the day she can check off two of her bucket list wishes. Number one, get accepted into the annual worldwide young pianist competition and number two, go to South Korea her birth country. So today could be the day her dreams come true after she opens the letter she received in the mail. She looks down at her name, Viola Song on the letter and tries to resist opening the letter before her mother gets home from her yoga class.
        Viola and her mother moved to America when she was eight years old and started a new life. Before leaving Korea she was told she was in a car accident when she was younger which resulted in a head injury that caused her to lose all of her memory. Soon after her mother divorced her father and left with her, she never saw her father since. When she asks about her father she never gets a clear answer, its as if her mother is keeping something from her. "Your father is a very wealthy man who was just not right for us but he always sends us enough money to be happy and wealthy here." Her mother tells her every time she asks about him.
        Viola finally hears the front door and hurries to the kitchen to see her mom putting her gym bag on the counter and grabs a water from the fridge. 
        "Mom! Its here!" Viola yells with excitement as she runs through the kitchen.
        Her mom spills water on herself from surprise when hearing her daughter yell and run towards her. She smiles at her daughter when she sees what is in her hand and wipes herself with the towel she used to collect sweat around her neck.
        "Well go ahead and open it already." Her mom says getting excited for her daughter.
        Viola opens the letter and begins to read "Dear Viola Song, We are happy to inform you that you have made it to the finally round of competition and are happy to have you joining us next week in Seoul, South Korea."
        "Seoul?" Her moms says surprised. "You didn't tell me it was going to be in Korea?" She says with a firm tone.
        "Yeah I wanted to surprise you."
        "You cant go." She says straight faced.
        "What do you mean I cant go? This is a moment of a life time, you know how much this means to me."
        "I'm sorry but you cant go all the way to Korea by yourself."
        "But I dont have to be, I could meet up with Dad."
        "No! Your father has cut off all contact with us." Her mother says with a more aggressive tone.
        "Then you come!" Viola says getting very angry.
        She never gets angry with or raises her voice at her mother but she was being unreasonable with her right now. Its like shes a different person all of a sudden, her mother never loses her temper like this.
        "I'm too busy" 
        "Busy with what? Yoga? You dont work! Everything you buy is with the money Dad sends us."
        "That's because he wants nothing to do with us anymore! Its his way of keeping us quiet and out of the way!"
        "That's not true..." Viola says with tears forming in her eyes. "Your lying..."
        "It is true so were better off just forgetting him!"
        "No!" Viola screamed as tears rolled down her face.
        Before her mother could say anything else she turned and began to run to her room. She couldn't deal with the pain her mother just gave her, she has no idea who her father is but she always imagined what it would be like if he was here. He would be the perfect dad like the ones in TV shows that teachers his daughter how to ride a bike and gives her rides on his shoulders. She would rather not know the truth about her father and live in ignorance, Ignorance is bliss with no pain. As long as she stayed in her imaginary world where her father cared about her but because of circumstances he had to give her up. Sometimes she imagines that her mother never told her father where they ran away to and he's still searching for her to this day. But that night everything changed in her life all because of three things the letter, her mother, and the email she received later that night.