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One day I was randomly singing the black national anthem to Rumi while putting her to sleep.
I started humming it to her every day.
After a few days of humming the anthem, I realized I had the melody wrong.
I was singing the wrong anthem.
One of the most rewarding parts of the show was making that change.
I swear I felt pure joy shining down on us.
But they understood the feeling it gave them, she says.
