I used to walk home from elementary school every day and my favorite part was when I would turn the corner for my street. Because as I would get closer and closer to home, I would hear my grandfather’s voice echo from our house. I would start to pick up my pace towards home because he was always singing one of my favorite songs and my heart would pitter patter. I would throw my arms in the air (as if I were conducting a choir) and I would twirl around and around singing along with him from the front yard. I always tried to time it just perfectly, bursting through the door right in time for the finale.