"Mum, what’s that star?"
It was the night when they were walking under the dark sky. The stars were shining so beautifully, like jewels embedded in black silk.
Pointing at the brightest star, she asked.
"The North Star." "Excuse me?" "The North Star."
With black hair. A faint smile appeared beneath her long hair that resembled the night.
"That star shines the brightest." "Yes, and long ago, people used to follow that star to find their way."
She wasn’t sure if it was true, but her mother said this and looked up at the stars with a smile.
