Paper Stars

I can't see the real stars, so I make paper ones.
I'm Scarlett. I live in a basement with no windows. I have lived here my whole life, and my mother takes good care of me. When I'm hungry, she brings me food. When I run out of paint, she brings me more. When I get cold, she gives me a blanket. She's very kind. I trust her. She tells me that I'll be let out very soon. Just one more painting, that's all. She says people love my work. They always ask for more. She says that I should try to paint more pictures, so that the fans can get what they want. I try to keep them happy, but what I'd like more is to see them.
I'm not allowed to leave the basement until my job is done, so I paint. I paint for my freedom.