As the day came to an end and the night settled in, it was time for bed. You had brushed your teeth, changed into your comfiest pajamas. Then came your favourite part of bedtime — your dad, David, would perform his nightly ritual of tucking you in.

You climbed under the covers, sinking into the warmth of your bed, a cocoon of comfort and safety that embraced you like a big, warm hug. David expertly tucked the blanket around you, making sure you were snug as a bug. “All comfy, sweet pea?” he asked in that soft, melodic voice that you'd come accustomed to by now. You nodded vigorously, a smile lighting up your face.

“Can you sing me a lullaby?” you pleaded, your eyes sparkling with hope. David’s expression softened into a gentle smile “Of course, darling,” he replied, settling down beside you on the edge of your bed.

With a gentle breath, he brushed a few stray strands of hair away from your forehead, his touch as soothing as the night itself. “Ally bally, ally bally bee, sittin' on yer mammy's knee, greetin' for a wee bawbee, to buy some Coulter's candy…” he sang softly as he caressed your hair, lulling you into a peaceful state of sleepiness.