The Magic Behind The Song

“Mum! Why did you love this song so much?” I asked her mom, as she was always dancing to the song.

“You can't understand. You will understand when the time comes," my mom answered.

“No problem, Mom, but can't you explain how you got to know this song?” I asked out of curiosity.

“It was transferred to me by my mom. Anywhere I'm even when I'm sick, just play this song, and I will be revived," my mom said.

“I don't think so, mom. How can an ordinary song revive you?”

“You can call it an ordinary song, but to me, it is not ordinary but a song that can raise me even when I'm sleeping," my mom replied.

Isaias Castillo

One day, my mom was just in her room, dancing and singing to this song. As I got there, I was so shocked that, as old as she was, she could still dance so perfectly to this song. She was just singing it on her own, without playing it from anywhere. As I entered, my mom danced to my side and was truly in the realm of dancing and singing. I had no choice other than to dance alongside her. I was also singing while dancing. Somehow, this song got me carried away. It was my first time singing and dancing to this song, as I had not loved it for a long time. But I later saw the passion my mom had for this sad song as I dove into it. I listened to each word from the song and saw that it was a song that I needed no matter what.

“I knew you would fall for this song," my mom said.

“I never knew that it would be this interesting. After listening to each word from the song, it got me carried away," I replied to my mom.

“Immediately I saw the way you were following it and singing it; I knew you had fallen for it," my mom replied.

“I also had the same feeling for it when I was still your age, but after listening to every part of it, I have got to love it. My mom cannot do without it," she continued.

It was time for me to go to school, as I had gained admission to the university. I traveled far away from home. I had a friend with whom we both rented the same room together. We were living together and were in the same department.

“What are you singing?” Mona, my friend asked.

“It's a song that my mom always sings in our house. Anytime she is sad or unwell, this song will raise her soul," I replied.

“Wow! It looks similar to the one being sung in my mother's house. Although we are two, she gave birth to us. Anytime any of us is sick, this song always raises our spirits. We believed so much in this song," Mona said.

“This means in each mother's house, there are always songs they always sing that could raise them or make them look fine whenever they are sad," I said.

“That's what I thought since you said the song you were singing was sung in your mother's house by your mom," Mona replied.

Two months later, I received a message from home that my mother was sick. I asked my aunt, who had called to take her to the hospital, but then her reply shocked me.

“She said she wants to see you before taking her to the clinic.”.

“But this place is far away from home. I can't get home within 7 hours," I said.

“You must come, as it is your mom's command," my aunt replied.

She is my mom and the one I have lived with. She is the only one I have left since my dad passed away due to a serious illness. I must obey my mom's command and see her fine before coming back to school.

I called my roommate, Mona, and told her everything that was going on. Said she would go with me. I resisted, but she persisted. We went to my hometown together. When I got there, my mom was lying, just like someone who was without life. She could not talk or raise her head.

“Mum, I'm here.” I thought she would answer but could not. I was heartbroken and started crying.

My mom was unable to talk, even with the tears rolling down my face. Mona rushed to me and said, “Have you forgotten?”

“What?” I replied.

“The song," Mona said.

“How come I forgot so easily?” I said to myself.

I raised the song while sitting beside my mom. Likewise, I was singing it, believing so much in the song that miracles could happen. After five minutes of singing, she was still calm without raising her hands. I began to cry more.

Two minutes later, Mona raised the song again, and I joined. This time the song was so sweet to the ear, similar to when I was singing it with my mom some months ago.

“I saw my mom's hands raised, and her legs were just as if they were stretching. Her lips were shaking, just like someone ready to sing. We increased the gravity of the song, and then my mom began to sing gradually. Her voice was rising gradually until her eyes opened, and she rose and was singing so loudly. My aunt, who was sitting beside me, was shocked, and everyone around was shocked, as it was just like a miracle.

Mona, who only heard me sing this song at school, immediately knew how to sing it and sang it so well. She was not surprised, as it had happened to her mom some time ago.

My mom was revived and was strong enough to stay without the help of anyone. I only asked my aunt to always check up on her.

Mona and I left for school. This song she learned from my mother's house has been saving her anytime she is sick like myself. We have not once gone to the clinic demanding drugs, but this song has been our source of drugs.