When I lived at 4915 I could not shower without an audience. I love to sing in the shower, and if I ever didn’t sing, I would hear two little voices, one a boy and one a girl, ask me to keep singing.
Well, one day I had strep throat really bad and went to go take a shower. I heard the little boy ask “Please sing.” So I explained in a raspy voice, “I can’t sing today sweety, I’m very sick.”
A few seconds later I heard two little children singing the songs I had taught them. It was so moving, the feeling of kindness and understanding so powerful, I may or may not have cried.
I cried. I miss those kids very much.