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The little boy and his star
This is the story.
A story of a little boy and his star.
Once upon a time, there was a little boy who loved to gaze up into the heavens.
He loved the stars and the mind-boggling vastness of the galaxies above him.
Every nite he would look up and pray fervently that he could have his very own star.
And on one of those magical nites, his wish was granted.
One very special star fell from the heavens... and landed nicely into his little outstretched palm.
The little boy couldn't believe it. His very own star! Finally!
Days went by and the little boy carried the star everywhere he went.
The star pulsated silently in his palm...forging a connection and bond.
It was curious. It had never encountered anything like the little boy.
It dimmed its radiance so as to not hurt the boy and it laid contently soaking up all it could learn from the precocious boy.
One day, the little boy realised that the star's radiance was getting dimmer and dimmer.
It looked like the star was slowly fading away.
The star was dying.
For stars were never meant to be possessed by anyone.
Stars were meant to shine, brightly.
When the star dimmed its radiance for the little boy, it began to die...
Through the unfathomable connection with the star, the little boy understood this fact.
With leaden feet and a heavy heart, the boy brought the star back to the place where he found it.
Holding the star in his palm, he took one last look at the star with tears in his eyes.
"I love u so much. U know that right? And that's why I have to let you go."
As the little boy slowly opened up his palm, tears began streaming down his cheeks.
He began to sing to the star as his way of saying goodbye.
"Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear"
As his heart-wrenching innocent voice filled the air,
the star began to increase in its radiance
it floated up slowly as it got brighter and brighter
till the little boy had to shield his tear-laden eyes.
big drops of tears trickled out as he squeezed his eyes shut
And in a flash, the star streaked across the heavens
...and disappeared.
It would return to where it came from and continue to do what it was meant to do: Shine
As the little boy opened his eyes to the world
his little mind could not process the sights in front of him
The trees and the flowers didn't register in his mind
Neither did the wind or the tiny little ant that was crawling past his big toe
...oblivious to the pain of this big little giant towering high above him
All his mind could register was absence. A lack. Of the emptiness in his palm.
And as he raised his head towards the sky, the little boy pursed his lips
and managed a tiny smile...
at this shiny new star high above.
The star took what it felt from the little boy and used it to shine even brighter.
"Goodbye." whispered the little boy to his star.
And in response, the star twinkled.
As if saying "For you, I will shine."
The little boy slowly made his way across the sandy beach,
leaving tiny little footprints that the wind would soon cover over
But what the wind can never cover over...
...is the indelible mark that the special star left in the heart of the little boy.
The End.
A story of a little boy and his star.
Once upon a time, there was a little boy who loved to gaze up into the heavens.
He loved the stars and the mind-boggling vastness of the galaxies above him.
Every nite he would look up and pray fervently that he could have his very own star.
And on one of those magical nites, his wish was granted.
One very special star fell from the heavens... and landed nicely into his little outstretched palm.
The little boy couldn't believe it. His very own star! Finally!
Days went by and the little boy carried the star everywhere he went.
The star pulsated silently in his palm...forging a connection and bond.
It was curious. It had never encountered anything like the little boy.
It dimmed its radiance so as to not hurt the boy and it laid contently soaking up all it could learn from the precocious boy.
One day, the little boy realised that the star's radiance was getting dimmer and dimmer.
It looked like the star was slowly fading away.
The star was dying.
For stars were never meant to be possessed by anyone.
Stars were meant to shine, brightly.
When the star dimmed its radiance for the little boy, it began to die...
Through the unfathomable connection with the star, the little boy understood this fact.
With leaden feet and a heavy heart, the boy brought the star back to the place where he found it.
Holding the star in his palm, he took one last look at the star with tears in his eyes.
"I love u so much. U know that right? And that's why I have to let you go."
As the little boy slowly opened up his palm, tears began streaming down his cheeks.
He began to sing to the star as his way of saying goodbye.
"Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear"
As his heart-wrenching innocent voice filled the air,
the star began to increase in its radiance
it floated up slowly as it got brighter and brighter
till the little boy had to shield his tear-laden eyes.
big drops of tears trickled out as he squeezed his eyes shut
And in a flash, the star streaked across the heavens
...and disappeared.
It would return to where it came from and continue to do what it was meant to do: Shine
As the little boy opened his eyes to the world
his little mind could not process the sights in front of him
The trees and the flowers didn't register in his mind
Neither did the wind or the tiny little ant that was crawling past his big toe
...oblivious to the pain of this big little giant towering high above him
All his mind could register was absence. A lack. Of the emptiness in his palm.
And as he raised his head towards the sky, the little boy pursed his lips
and managed a tiny smile...
at this shiny new star high above.
The star took what it felt from the little boy and used it to shine even brighter.
"Goodbye." whispered the little boy to his star.
And in response, the star twinkled.
As if saying "For you, I will shine."
The little boy slowly made his way across the sandy beach,
leaving tiny little footprints that the wind would soon cover over
But what the wind can never cover over...
...is the indelible mark that the special star left in the heart of the little boy.
The End.
