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Four-year-old Jack looked up at his mother, his eyes shining bright and happy. His little fingers clutched an old harmonica with all their might as he was twirled around the kitchen. He’d gotten his birthday present as soon as they were alone in the house. She made him promise not to tell anyone, least of all his father. Jack nodded with wide eyes, having learned early on what hands fisted in rage could do. For a brief moment though, those memories were brushed aside and forgotten as he and his momma danced and sang to music only they could hear.