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The Moon sat high in the midnight sky, standing still and unmoving. Despite this, from the little girl's perspective, it seemed to follow her no matter how fast or slow the vehicle went. This phenomenon always fascinated her, the thought that even though it was never truly following from behind- it never left her side.
It's light shone through the backseat window, illuminating the bright blues and pinks on her little floral dress. The lighting created an illusion that made it seem like the dress was glowing, like the magic dust in the fairy tales. Even though this light was merely borrowed from the sun, the moon somehow morphed it into its own, and gave it new life- new meaning.
For this reason only did the love that the little girl had for the moon take root. How despite not being a star, having no natural light of its own, and doomed to an eternal battle for dominance in the sky with the sun. The moon still managed to shine in its own little way, revealing its own special beauty. One that can only be appreciated by those who sincerely try and understand its true meaning.
The girl turned her gaze from the window momentarily. Her mother's angry gestures in sync with the spiteful words and shouts that left her mouth. As the little girl watched her mother from behind, she'd noticed something peculiar. Unlike the dress, her mother's attire was not set aglow. Perhaps, she thought- this meant that she was not apart of the few who understood the moon, and therefore could not reflect its light.
It had occurred to her quite frequently to share her knowledge with her mother in regards to this strange phenom- no.
There is a reason the moon chose not to highlight mother, just as there a reason as to why it chooses to highlight her. She would not interfere. Her eyes shift back to the stars, they seem to somehow glow brighter than before.
As time goes on, the ambience of a car ride slowly lulls her to sleep. However, through her closed eyes, she still felt the presence of the stars; telling of their nature and purpose.
Even in our darkest hours- though at times faint and vague... the stars will shine. Serving as beacons in the night, they represent each and every single living soul in the universe. their light shone through those who open up their connection to them, live through it.
At least this what the little girl told her herself, what they meant. It was a source of comfort- to believe that she was special, helped cease the tears that had now dried on her cheeks.
It was this light that distracted her from her mother's sudden shrill scream. This light that mended the ache in her heart just a little bit. A light that suddenly shown brilliantly as she flew, higher than she'd ever dreamed of.
It was this light that would become her lifeline.