She looked for me in that big house. It was only when she met my sister, Anna, and interrogated her that she learned of my whereabouts. At that time, I was locked in the music room with several sheets opened. I was forced to memorize them and practice the music piece over and over again. Only if I perfected all of them I would be let out of the room. Even if it takes days, weeks, or months, I would not be able to leave until I am confident to play every piece. Virginia even placed a small mattress in the corner of the room so that I could sleep there. The music room has its own restroom. My food would be delivered. As Virginia said at that time, everything I need was inside the room and there was no need for me to go out. 'Just concentrate and practice.' For a ten-year-old to be alone in that room with only a bed, musical instruments, and music sheets, without anyone to talk to was traumatizing. It was torture. I could only hug Elizabeth and cried and beg my parents to let me ou
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