I awake in the middle of the night to the sound of screams.  I sit up with a groan, rubbing my eyes in an attempt to rouse myself.  "Not again," I say with a sigh.  As I get up for the third time that night, I begin to feel a bit helpless and lost.  The sound of a baby crying once again reaches my ears.  "All right, all right.  I'm coming Honey, hold on."
I stand up and make my way across the hall.  As I step into the dimly lit room, I see the cause of all the fuss.  My adorable little sparkling, although less adorable when she's waking me up at night, is standing up in her berth.
"Hello Sprinter, my darling," I coo.  As tired as I am, I just can't find it within me to be mad or upset when I see that adorable little black and purple face.  I walk over to her and lift her gently into my arms.  She's still bawling her eyes out as I rock her slowly while murmuring soft words of comfort to her.  I know that she's not hungry or sick.  She's just feeling fussy.  I can sense these things.
"You know that she's not going to stop until you sing her that song," a voice comes from the doorway.
Without turning to look at the speaker, I sigh and tell him, "I know.  I guess I'm just being stubborn."  I sigh again.  The song is the only thing that's sure to put my little Sprinter into recharge, but I don't like singing it.  It brings back too many memories for me.  But I know I'll sing it anyway, because for her, I'll do things like this; regardless of how they upset me.
As I start to sing, I feel arms curl around my waist and a chin rest upon my shoulder.  And then he joins in, and together we sing the sparkling into a hopefully peaceful recharge.  When Sprinter's optics finally offline, I pull away from the arms holding me and place her carefully back into her berth.  When I turned around to return to my room, he's gone.  That's just the way he is, and I accept that.
Sighing once again, this time in contentment, I return to my room.  As I lay in my bed, I'm attacked by all those old memories that the song brings with it.  Something is different this time though.  I find myself focusing less on those old memories, and anticipating those good memories that are yet to be made, much in the same fashion the one tonight was made.  I smile to myself as I close my eyes, and join the rest of the world in its peaceful slumber.