My grandparents visit every two years or so in the summer. When I was little, they would rock me to sleep to a lullaby about a little bird. The song says that a little bird glides through the air with her mother. They spread their wings and soar up, down, and all the other directions.

Then, when I grew a bit older, my grandpa made up movements to got with the song. As the song starts, you lift up your arms so they’re in a straight line. Throughout the song, you slowly lift a leg up in the air. By the end of the lullaby, you end up looking like a little bird flying around in the sky.

I’ve remembered every word and pitch to that song to this day. Every night, when I’m having trouble sleeping, I think of the cozy and short song my grandparents sung. My thoughts drift to the image of my grandma and grandpa’s face, and even though my family is visiting them again next summer, I miss them very much.