My dying Star

This short story is about a mothers point of view, a little bit of her husbands and her daughters. Rosie was born, but different from most children.
October 2012, my most beautiful star was ripped from my loving arms. As I look up at the sky, I wonder if she's there, shining with the stars. Scanning the sky, I'm mesmerised by the brightest. Tears run down my face as I think back to when it all started.