Lullaby in the Hall

I thought she was my mom. Though my mom had died when I was one.

Her name was Sally. She was fairly tall woman, Long black curly thick hair, Hazel eyes & she always sang be a lullaby. A lullabye no one else knew because she made it up. She was a spirit i'd guess you would say. No one else could see her. She left once I turned thirteen. I remember her last words before leaving though I will come back one day, but only in the strangest way possible.

I'm now 32 with a daughter I named Savannah. Yet she will only answer to Sally. She is thirteen, but hates technology and always carries a baby doll with her she named Kathrene. I find this weird considering my names Kathrene and she dosent know my real name (she thinks it is Katy). She is fairly tall, She has long thick curly brown hair, and hazel eyes. One day I went bye her bed room and heard a familiar tune being sung.

"Sprites in the spring,

Fairies in the summer,

All dancing along to the beat of the drummer."

That's when I remembered Sally. The woman I thought was my mother. That was her lullaby and I had never told anyone about it. My daughter looked just like a teenage version of her. Don't forget the baby doll that had my name. I was in a daze. That's when she looked up at me, smiled and said, "I told you I would only come back in the strangest way possible."



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