The Quest Begins

I can't take this anymore!  I need to find out more about my original family.  I need to find out who I am.  

"Mom, I need to know the truth. Who am I?"

"You're a flute, dear, like daddy and me."

"But I'm not even made of metal! I'm wooden and I don't have any keys.  I can't be a flute!"

"You are a flute dear. You're a special kind of ancient flute from India."

"I'm Indian? Are you sure I'm not a recorder, or maybe some sort of keyless clarinet?"

"No honey, but you're related to them.  And so are your daddy and I."

The End

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