My stories

Daughter of the moon

One of my dearest childhood memories is the thought that, on my nocturnal car travels, the Moon was following me. Not matter to where I was going, I always saw her. I am sure you must have thought the same.
The night has always charmed me and the Moon had a important role in my life. In various moments of sadness, just a look at the silver surface of the moon and, like magic, I feal better.
Even with that important role that the moon has since I was little, only now I really met her. I mean, only know she was truly reveled to me. Everyone has a different designation for her. Scientist believe that she is only a astronomical body orbiting earth as it's own natural satellite. The Greeks believe that is nothing more, nothing less than Artemis -the moon godess- travelling the skyscraper in her silver chariot.
However, the moon is nothing like that. She is a woman. In human years, she appears to be 40 years old, which is a tiny part of her really age. In her round face is always present a white and genuine smile. And her eyes, despite being dark as the night, shine with the intensity of a thousand stars.
At least, that's what my dad told me. As a conclusion to this detailed description, he told me I was the daughter of the moon. Crazy, right? That's what I thought when he told me ( after the thought of "woah, my dad has gone completely crazy"). The wheels of my brain started turning, trying to figure out how I, a apparently normal girl, could be the descendant of the Moon.
Apparently, the sun and the moon watch over our world since it was created. They saw the evolution and extinction of species. They saw the evolution of the australopithecus until it became the Homo sapiens sapiens. They saw civilisations grow and empires perish. And, obviously ( my dad's words) they had the necessity of come down to eath and live among us.
On one of those visits, the moon met my father and from that relationship, I was born: Luna (yes I know, the name couldn't be more elusive to my Mother)
Compared to all the other girls my age, I don't stand out. My hair is black, as is my eyes that, according to my father also shine withe the intensity of a thousand stars. The only thing that stands out is the weird birthmark shaped like a moon on my neck ( that now makes total sense).
Like I said before, the fact that I am the moon's child doesn't make me different. But without s doubt, I see more that earth's satellite. I swear that I can see the smiley face that my father describes among the stars. Maybe that's the reason why the night always makes me happy. And the memories that I described in the begging isn't just a optical illusion like in your case. Maybe, it's really my mother looking after me to be sure that I, the daughter of the Moon is living happily among the common mortals.