My Memory of You

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I love the stars and night is my favorite time of the day.

The night reminds me of our memories together.



When I was young, I met a boy under the tree at the most unusual time of the day.

"Why are you crying?" 

I heard his voice and look up at him.

"My parents died. What should I do? I don't want to be alone forever."

The boy looked up in the sky," But I believe that we will never be alone in this world" he said very calmly.

"No your wrong, my grandma and my grandpa died already, now my parents also left me, how can you say that!" I said shouting at him.

"Do you know why I love looking at the stars? My dad told me once...... he will be one of those stars at night."

"Huh, is that possible? How can your father be a star, can he fly to the sky at night?"

"Yes, he can, he's been staying in the sky for so long."

I stood up and stare at his eyes, "Are you crazy, how can a person fly and stay in the sky. Are you fooling me?"

"No, I don't. Maybe your parents are one of those stars, too." He said pointing at them.

"Really, can you to talk to your dad? " I asked.

"Yes, I can. Every time the star sparkles, I know that my dad is listening to me." he said smiling.

"Can I try that too? I asked him.

I closed my eyes and whisper some prayers to my parents. and to my surprise the stars are sparkling.

"See, your parents became stars too, like my dad." he said.

"Yes, they did, I will go here every night to talk to them." I said with an excited voice.

"Can I be your friend?" I asked him.

"Yes, I'm Alex."

"I'm Freya."

Every night, especially when the sky is full of stars, we lay on the grass to watch the stars together.

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