I was walking home from work one day, thinking about the bills I had to pay that evening.
But as I turned the corner onto the town square street, a familiar melody suddenly reached my ears and stopped me in my tracks.
It was the song I used to sing with my daughter Lily before she disappeared from our lives 17 years ago.
It was a song I’d made up just for her, a little lullaby about a field of flowers and sunlight that would brighten her dreams. No one else would know it.
No one.
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