Out in the universe, there are hundred millions of stars dying each day, fading out. But it is said that everyday, almost the same number of new stars is born again.

Everytime when i look up into the night sky, i look for the smallest star of all, the one sparkling far away from the other ones. Even this star is giving its best to sparkle brightly, telling us that it exists, asking us not to forget about it.

Looking at this star, I still miss u.

Mum.