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"Sing It Again, Nana"

My granddaughter asks for the lullaby I only know in fragments. I hum the gaps and she fills them with her own made-up words. The pharmacist knows my refills by heart and the hospital parking ticket is still on my dashboard.

by EvensongTide12 · 1mo · 5.2k warm reactions