It was Monday and I woke up way earlier than I usually do. The sun pierced right through my curtains and into my eyes. I rolled around in my bed, trying to get some sleep, but I couldn’t. The birds were singing louder that morning, and one of the melodies kept playing in my head. I went to school that day, silently humming the tune during ELA. All day this melody was playing in my head, unable to get out. The melody was soft and soothing, addicting to hum. The day was rough, as usual, people didn’t tend to like much and they showed it, but I could be stressed with such a calming melody. The school bell rang at the end of the day, and I got my stuff and started walking home. My mom always drove me home, but she had died in a car crash a few months ago. The thought of my mother hurt, she was always my best friend. I remember her laughter, how she was always so happy, she made my family so happy as well. She was the best singer I ever knew, I think she would enjoy the melody I heard. I hummed as I thought of my mother. The melody fit her perfectly. A calming melody, for a calm, happy mom. I finally got home after my walk. I decided that it would be best not to hum around my father. He didn’t take my mothers death so well, all he does since my mothers death is sit around and drink. He won’t even drive my to school. Singing was the number one thing that reminded him of my mother. After all, she had the most beautiful voice. I put my stuff on the dining room table and pulled out my laptop. I started working on some ELA homework I didn’t get to finish. “Do that again” my father said from the living room. “What? What are you talking about?” I asked in a confused tone. “That thing you were just humming, hum it again.” I didn’t even realize I was humming, I guess I got too carried away with my homework. I thought humming would have upset my dad, but I hummed the melody again, just like my dad had asked. I finished humming the melody. I looked over to the living room, and my dad was gone. Before I could even think about where he could have gone, he came out of his room with his old guitar. He started playing the guitar, sounding just as beautiful as when he last played it. He started singing. He was singing to the same melody as I had been humming all day, but he gave it words. He gave the melody meaning. He sounded passionate, more passionate than I’ve ever heard him before. It was a sweet love song, slow and calming. I saw a bird land on the windowsill right next to where my father was sitting. The bird started singing the same melody. They sang in unison until the end of the song. I finally recognized the song. It was one of the lullabies my mom sang me when I was younger. When ever I was scared of the monsters under my bed, she would sing me this melody. I learned later from my mom that this was also the song my father had sung when he proposed. My father looked over at the beautiful, blue and green colored bird sitting on the windowsill and said “ I knew reincarnation was real.”