We were in China when my daughters started humming a tune, trying to Shazam it and come up empty. The melody felt familiar to me, but the words wouldn’t surface right away. Then it came to me, quietly and clearly: “There are places I remember…”
I said the line out loud, and suddenly everything clicked. They searched the lyrics, found the song, and there it was —In My Life. A song I had carried for years, now rediscovered together, halfway around the world.
From that moment on, the song changed for me. It no longer belongs only to my past; it now carries theirs too. Whenever I hear it, I won’t just think about the places I remember —I’ll think about walking through China with my daughters, sharing music, memory, and that small, perfect moment of recognition.