Pick Stars

When I was a child, I loved spending time with my father. He was always kind and patient with me, and he loved showing me the wonders of the world around us. One night, when I was around six, he took me outside to see the stars.

I remember looking up at the sky in awe. The stars twinkled and shone brightly, and I couldn't help but feel like they were magical. So I turned to my father and said, "Daddy, can we pick the stars and keep them in our pocket?"

My father smiled at me and said, "You know, I used to think the same thing when I was your age. But the stars are too high up for us to reach. But, we can still hold them close to us."

Confused, I looked at my father and asked, "How can we do that?"

He looked down at me and said, "Just take a deep breath with your arms and close your eyes." So I did as he said, taking a deep breath and wrapping my arms around myself. And then, something magical happened.

As I stood there with my eyes closed, I felt a rush of warmth surround me. It was as if the stars had come down from the sky and wrapped themselves around my father and me. I opened my eyes and looked up, and I could see the stars shining brighter than ever before.

I looked back at my father, and he had a big grin on his face. "Do you feel them?" he asked me.

I nodded my head, still feeling the warmth of the stars all around me. "Yes, Daddy," I replied. "I feel them."

From that night on, I remembered the magic my father had shown me whenever I looked up at the stars. And even though I couldn't pick them from the sky, I knew I could hold them close to my heart whenever needed.