For as long as I could remember, my parents loved each other dearly.
No, even long before I was born, everybody would say how much they loved each other.
They were orphans who were admitted to the orphanage at the same day, and ever since then, they had been insparable.
A story I would laugh at no matter how many times I had heard of it was how my mother refused to get adopted just so she could stay with my father.
My father would say that the inspiration for his compositions was my mother and my mother would say that her muse was my father.
They were both artists who creates in the image of the other.
You could feel it with one listen to my father's tune and one gaze at my mother's colors.
Love.
The emotion that can destroy a nation or unite it.
Everybody would agree when I say that their creation was full of love. Music, paintings, and me.
Otherwise, why would the Queen Regent grant them the title 'Baron and Baroness of Gracita' if their creations weren't masterpieces?
