Star

(Conversation between the little girl and her father again.)

“Look at that star, dad. It’s so bright.” The girl was pointing at the sky.

“Yes, my dear,” her daddy said in a soothing voice, “You know, tonight our village is celebrating the star festival.”

“Oh, that’s why the atmosphere is so enchanting,” the girl seemed cheered up, “Em… dad, why do we worship stars?”

“Because stars are high up, they are bright, and, above all, they show us the way when it is dark.” The father explained.

“You mean the Polaris? Oh, and there are the 12 Signs of Zodiac. Stars actually give clues to our fate, don’t they?” the daughter said, half-jokingly.

“You know, my dear, each of these tiny spots of light actually has its own remarkable story.” Her father sounded slightly more serious, “When we look up the starry sky, we should always be grateful for having so many great people who have set us examples and lead our way.”

(To be continued.)