One day, my mother told me a secret she never told anyone else except his husband. My dad was not his first love. His first love died just before they were about to get married. While my mother was telling that, I could see that she still missed him. She said that she even still has the lyrics of a song they both made but never got recorded.
I wanted to surprise her, so what I was I went to a nearby music studio to ask them if I could record the song as a present for my mom. That whole time I was laughing because I sang the song to them and they said that I should record it using their exciting audio-technica mic. Though I don’t know what difference it might make, I trusted them and got the recording done. I went home and gave mom my gift, and I saw her cry as she listened to the song.