My soundscape is centered around a conversation between my mother and my sister, on their genetic muscular dystrophy, which we know will cause their premature deaths. The conversation took place in a hotel room in Seattle, where I met them partway (they came from Spokane, I from Bellingham), just after Mothers’ Day and my 21st birthday since we could not be together for either of those events. Birdsong I had previously recorded for my grandmother, from my apartment at 5am, plays all the while. To me it speaks of hope, the vain calls that go unanswered, yet pick up every day in spite of it all. I edited in the sound of the crosswalk of a metropolitan city to serve as a reminder to myself of the location/context of this conversation, should I ever forget this memory and wish to recall it in the future. The crosswalk timer’s rhythm throughout the talk is my mother’s beating heart. It stops too soon.