Amongst The Stars

00 | Amongst the stars

00 | Amongst the stars

"Reach high, for stars lie hidden in your soul. Dream deep, for every dream precedes the goal." —Pamela Vaull Starr

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LIFE.

That word alone was full of meaning. It was something that you couldn't just throw away; it was to be cherished and to be spent wisely on. It itself had its ups and downs, but that was what made life beautiful. Life had so much to offer. There was so much beauty laced within; though sometimes it was overlooked at.

Like me.

I, myself, was a star. A star amongst other stars. I was within the galaxy, hidden and concealed behind many other gems and trinkets that shined above me. More brighter. More noticeable. More beautiful.

But I was okay with that.

As long as I cherished what I had and the people that surrounded me, that's what truly mattered in the end.

Life will continue to go on, and it is up to you whether to treasure those precious moments or waste them on anger and regret. Because before you know it, everything you knew and was will change in a blink of an eye, leaving you to pick up your own broken pieces and to piece yourself back together again.

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I took a small bite of my mother's homemade chocolate-chip pancakes, and I had to stop myself from letting out a moan. It was warm and gooey, just the way I liked them. My younger sister, Olive, grinned toothily at me, her chubby cheeks puffing out as maple syrup trickled down her chin. I couldn't help but let out a small laugh as I reached across the table and wiped the syrup away with the edge of my napkin. "You silly goose," I teased lightly, patting her softly on her cheeks.

Olive giggled, and stuck her tongue out at me. "Stop calling me that!" she laughs, puffing her little cheeks out even more, if that was possible.

"The day I stop calling you that will be the day Dad learns how to cook." I grinned.

"I heard that!" Dad's voice came from deep within the kitchen, and Olive and I burst out into another fit of laughter.

"Wren," Mom says, her lips tugged up into a small smile as she entered the breakfast area. She was holding onto a plate filled with freshly-made chocolate chip pancakes stacked up to the top. Olive's eyes widen in excitement. "What did I tell you about teasing your father?"

"Sorry Mom," I say, smiling as she placed the plate in the middle of the table. "It won't happen again."

Mom snorted, knowing that it was going to happen again sometime soon.

Olive eyed the pancakes hungrily.

Mom sent her a stern look. "Olive, I want you to first finish what's on your plate or else you won't get any more pancakes."

Olive pouted childishly. "But, Mom--" she started.

Mom shook her head. "No Mom, missy," Mom scolded lightly.

Olive frowned and I giggled lightly. At that moment, Dad entered the room, holding onto a plate of burnt omelets that I knew none of us would be able to consume. Dad placed them down right next to Mom's first-class pancakes, and Olive made a face at the omelets. I chuckled as Dad pouted and ruffled her chestnut hair in a playful manner.

Olive laughed, and Mom leaned closer to Dad, planting a kiss on his cheek. "Well, at least you tried," Mom offered lightly and Dad narrowed his eyes at her.