100 Ghost Stories Counting Down To Halloween! 50 Nights Left! "Pilialoha, not my mother"

My mother sings me the Pilialoha song while she tucks me in tight before I go to bed. By that time my eyes are already closed and I'm halfway to dream land. I briefly open my eyes to see her blonde hair and fair skin. She's wearing a white night gown with a draw string at the neck. The combination makes her glow in my dimly lit room.

 I don't know who she is because we're a Hawaiian family.