The world only seemed to grow darker, as if happiness was no longer part of their existence. Even she at times felt like there was no hope, no reason to be living anymore. But yet, she found herself singing as if there was nothing wrong. The melody that left her lips was not loud, but sweet and gentle. The breeze carried it on as she sat on the steps of her porch. It was a lullaby; a lullaby she’d heard her mother sing to her when she was a child. It had never left her mind, not even after her passing. The small girl figured a lullaby would please the unborn within her, reason why her hands graced over her belly ever so slightly as she sang. But she hadn’t intended for anyone to hear, her melody fading once she realized she was no longer alone.