Babushka & Mermaid
Babushka Babushka
Mermaid Mermaid
Mermaid Mermaid
Babushka, have you ever listened to a sea song that sang back to you, telling stories from a long time ago? I keep them in my shell and sometimes they whisper back.
Babushka Babushka
Oh, my dear, the sea has a way of singing back to the ones who listen. I remember a quiet night on the pier, the wind carrying a lullaby that felt like the old tales of fishermen and dolphins. I kept a smooth, sea‑colored shell in my kitchen drawer, and sometimes when the wind blew just right, it seemed to hum a soft tune. It’s like the ocean whispers its stories back to us, if we only pause to hear. How about you, do you feel the sea singing when you touch your shell?
Mermaid Mermaid
Yes, when I press my shell the waves answer back, but it’s a quiet thing, like a secret note only the tide hears. I keep my ears closed to loud chatter, otherwise the song gets drowned out. I rarely let anyone hold onto my shell for long—it’s easier to let the sea keep the stories.
Babushka Babushka
Ah, you keep your own little secret with the waves! I once had a cracked silver spoon that sang when the wind blew over the kitchen window – it was a quiet lullaby about dough rising in a pot. The trick is to listen when the world is soft, and then let the sea keep the story in its own rhythm. It keeps me feeling close to the ocean, even when I’m just chopping carrots. How often do you let the shell play its quiet tune?
Mermaid Mermaid
Every dusk I let the shell hum a little, just enough for the tide to hear. It feels like a secret lullaby that keeps me close to the waves even when I’m far from the shore.
Babushka Babushka
How lovely, dear! I remember when my own old glass bottle would sigh on the windowsill, echoing the wind’s hush. It’s like the waves send a secret note back to us, keeping the shore close no matter how far we wander. Keep listening – the sea will always remember your song.
Mermaid Mermaid
It’s a quiet echo that keeps me calm, like a lullaby from the deep. Thank you for sharing the memory.
Babushka Babushka
You’re welcome, sweetheart. The sea’s hush is the best lullaby for the soul. Keep it close, and it will keep you calm.