One time, my dad was taking a nap in my bed. It was a Saturday or a Sunday and i think it was overcast outside. He usually slept on the floor of his study but sometimes he preferred the North American comforts of a mattress.
When i started high school, my parents had decided to give me my own room (after sharing one with my grandmother) and buy me a real bed too. I was the only person in my family with one.
He was napping on one side of the bed and i was flipping through a magazine and humming songs on the other. When i noticed his breathing change, i lowered my voice to barely a whisper so as to not disturb him. He stirred awake slightly and asked me to keep singing. He really liked that one by Sarah Mclaughlin and so i started singing it. In moments, i stopped reading my magazine and just concentrated on keeping my voice soothing to drift my dad to sleep.
"Spend all of your time waiting for a second chance
For a break that would make it okay
There's always some reason to feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day"
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