The Oboe.

Today mom gave a small recital, and I enjoyed it so much. It was the perfect lullaby for my nap.

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The oboe is taller than I am. How disconcerting.

That thing in my mom’s hand is called an oboe. I heard it for months before I ever saw it, and it seems much louder than it did when I couldn’t see it.

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