The Hidden Pocket in the Fiddle Case
When Grandpa Eli gave Rosa his old fiddle, he gave her the worn black case too. It smelled like pine and lemon oil. Rosa practiced in her room every day after school.
One rainy afternoon, she shut the lid a little too hard. A strip of felt came loose inside. Behind it was a hidden pocket, and in the pocket lay a folded sheet of paper.
Rosa smoothed it open. It was covered in pencil notes and lines. At the top, in careful letters, were two words: "For Lena."
"That is a song," Rosa said to herself. She could read the notes, so she picked up the fiddle and played it slowly. The tune was gentle, with a skipping part in the middle.
She ran downstairs. Grandpa Eli stood still when he heard the music. "I wrote that for your grandmother," he said softly. "I lost the paper years ago."
Rosa handed it to him. "Now you can teach me the rest, and I can play it for her."