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Mom sang a lullaby, turned off the light, and left the room.  was now all alone—or at least, that’s what Mom thought. Because wasn’t alone. Paco the penguin was there too.

Paco sat close, softly singing a song.

“What a gentle song,” said.
“It’s special,” said Paco. “My mom sings it to me. She can find me among thousands of penguins.”
“I can recognize my mom’s song too! How is that possible?”
“Love songs are special,” said Paco, “just like you.”
“Am I special too?” asked , with a little sparkle in the eyes.
“Yes, you are,” said Paco softly. “Unique eyes, a unique nose, mouth, hands, feet, a one-of-a-kind little tummy, and a voice that no one else has. You are wonderful. And I love you very much.”

smiled and began to hum Mom’s lullaby quietly. Eyelids slowly grew heavy, and Paco, still sitting nearby, drifted off to sleep as well.

Two breaths, two hearts... and one soft song that carried them both into dreams.