"When a star ages, gets old, it eventually dies." The small boy peeked up at his mother from underneath baby blue blankets, knitted special for him. "and it is sent off into the universe. And like that star, my time will eventually come, and I won't be here anymore." He tilted his head as his mother spoke, he did not understand her silly metaphors, he was too young. "You're a star too, Tommy" She playfully tapped his nose with a smile as he giggled, she took it in. The dark circles under her eyes told a story of multiple sleepless nights of wondering when she would go supernova. She would not be there for her boy. "and I know you'll do something great." "goodnight, Tommy" She spoke before turning out the light and closing the door. Goodbye.