As always, Vicki pulled out her box of stickers. Azul held out his hand and Vicki stuck on it, a gorgeous sticker of a butterfly. “There, think of this butterfly when you want to play with your heart,” she said. That day, when all the children played in the park, Azul just stared at his butterfly. He wondered, “I can play with my fingers because I can move them. I can touch the piano keys. How can I play with my heart? I can’t even see my heart.” For the first time, in a long time, Azul went to bed without playing the piano.