They would help his English comprehension, she said, and she had a beautiful reading voice, but he rarely paid attention to the meaning. Rather, he listened to her read the way he listened to music, and sometimes the sounds of the words were so sweet they brought tears to his eyes and he’d be moved to accompany her, strumming soft chords on his ukulele. The tales and rhymes turned into songs, and as the baby bump grew, they began to sing to it.
