Ding! Ding!
When I play my ukulele it makes me happy,
even when I am angry.

I can touch it anytime,
and it reminds me of my
Grandpa.

If I drop it,
it feels like my Grandpa is
speaking to me.

When I play,
it feels like I get lost in the music,
and I'm playing for 1000 years.

She reads me a book when I go to sleep.
Then she cuddles me and says "goodnight Kalahnei I hope you have a good rest".
My ukulele is special to me.