“Momma?” A curious hand pointed towards the heavens above, tracing a line in the sky as if drawing a line in the sand.”What’s those?” Eliciting a soft chuckle from the young woman, she hoisted the little girl into her arms, carding her fingers through her silky tresses.”What’s what?” Stretching her tiny arm to the sky, her pointer brushing across the cluster of lights hanging over them. Jostling the child to keep her secure in her grasp, the woman turned her head to the sky.”Oh, those are stars.They’re big, beautiful balls of light that burn on in the cold, because they shine with passion and hope despite the bitter darkness they were born into.”
