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What do you think of part two of my story?

What do you think of part two of my story? Ok, I posted the first part and people seemed to like it (THANK YOU!) So here's the second. :) I'm 13. Enjoy! :D Cælin was sitting at the grand piano in his music room, the bottle of whisky empty and shattered in the hall. He remembered never being able to play this fine instrument; he would simply sit and listen to his cousin play Pachelbel or Grieg, his favourites. He would sit and wish he could play, struggling for hours to make his fingers stretch wide enough or play hard enough and he could never do it. He was never blamed, but he just wished.... “Cælin?” Philip was at the door, slouching casually against the jamb, looking interestingly at Cælin. “How’s the therapy coming along?” he said, almost conversationally. Cælin simply looked at him with his bleary eyes. He gave a short, humourless laugh. “Do you really think that’s at the top of my list of priorities now?” he muttered almost under his breath. He didn’t have much strength for talking. He was still groggy, and his face was swollen after Bryce had struck him. Philip strolled over and patted Cælin’s head, as you would do to a small child. He shrugged away, leaving Philip’s hand dangling in mid-air. “I don’t want your fond gestures. I’m not a boy anymore, and I’m certainly not innocent. I am an adult. A drunk, foolish, asinine adult.” Philip grinned at Cælin, shaking his head. “Like father like son, Cæl. Your father used to do the stupidest things, then ask me why he did them, and call himself a fool. He was so gallant that he after he asked your mother to marry him he made sure she knew what she was in for. He spent an entire evening discussing what idiotic things he may do in her presence. And she still took him. She knew what stupid things he’d so. She knew that he’d mess up and ask for forgiveness and she knew his ways. She was well prepared. As well prepared as you can be when you marry a Cardonell.” It was Cælin’s turn to grin. Philip spoke softly. “I know you are, basically, your father reincarnated. You will do what all Cardonell men do best. Be ready.” Any overly rude comments will be ignored. All critism, please be constructive. :) Already posted this but nobody seemed to see it. :)

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I like it.Good luck.