Piano prodigy Ryan Wang recently performed an extraordinary private concert for 101-year-old Dorothy Landry, months after he captivated audiences on “The Ellen Show” and graced the stage at Carnegie Hall. This special performance was organized by CBC Music, a Canadian digital music distributor, and featured five-year-old Ryan playing “Variations on an Inner Mongolian Folk Song” exclusively for Landry.
Although Dorothy had been an avid fan of Ryan since he was three years old, her hearing impairment made it difficult for her to fully enjoy his public performances. To address this issue, CBC Music arranged a private concert that gave Dorothy an intimate musical experience.
In a cozy atmosphere, Dorothy sat in her wheelchair while young Ryan performed beside her, clutching a large teddy bear and jumping with excitement. Ryan expressed to “Grandma Dorothy” how much it meant to him to play just for her, and her face beamed with joy at the personal touch of the performance.
Dorothy was keen to show her gratitude by calling Ryan a “very special little human” and sharing her excitement for his future performances. She also invited Ryan to visit her again after his upcoming trip to China and expressed her heartfelt thanks. This heartfelt exchange highlights the profound connections that music can create across generations and borders.
My Husband Left Me and Our Kids for His Mistress — I Took Revenge after Visiting My MIL
Hannah is startled and heartbroken after she finds shocking photos of her husband, Charles, with his young coworker, Madison. With her world falling apart, Hannah doesn’t know what to do, but a visit to her mother-in-law’s gives her a secret weapon. Can Hannah use this new evidence to get the revenge she deserves?
I couldn’t believe my eyes. Sitting in my living room, I stared at my phone, my hands trembling.
It all started a week ago when my friend Sarah mentioned she had seen Charles with a young woman at a café. I brushed it off, thinking it was a misunderstanding.
But something gnawed at me, and I decided to ask Sarah to keep an eye out.
Now, Sarah’s message popped up with several pictures attached. I opened them, and there they were — Charles and Madison, his 20-year-old coworker, entering a hotel together.
They were laughing and holding hands, the intimacy between them unmistakable.
He shook his head. “No, Hannah. It’s over.”
I realized our life together, the family we built, meant nothing to him.
After Charles left, my life turned upside down.
I moved into a small apartment with the kids, barely scraping by. The settlement I received was meager, barely enough to cover our basic needs. I had hoped to keep things stable for the children, but every month was a struggle to pay rent.
One evening, after putting the kids to bed, I sat down with my laptop to look for ways to make ends meet. My job as a part-time receptionist wasn’t enough, and I started searching for freelance work, anything that could help us get by.
“How could he do this?” I muttered to myself, feeling the sting of injustice.
Charles had lied about the house’s value during the divorce proceedings. He’d manipulated the system to leave me with almost nothing. The unfairness of it all consumed me.
How was I supposed to provide for our children when he had taken everything?
“We did it, Hannah. He’s finally getting what he deserves,” Margaret said, hugging me tightly.
I smiled, tears of gratitude in my eyes. “Thank you, Margaret. I couldn’t have done this without you.”
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