My story

As a child, I loved to look at the stars. Every night, I would look up at the sky and count the number of stars. However, as I grew older, I stopped looking at the stars. I became busy with school and work, and every night I was too tired to do anything except sleep.

Then, one day, I lost my dearest grandfather. I felt incredibly sad and lost, as if I had lost the entire world. That night, I couldn't sleep, and I suddenly remembered looking up at the stars when I was a child. So I got up and walked to the window, looked up at the sky, and tears filled my eyes.

Although I missed the moon, I could still appreciate the beauty of the stars. In my darkest moment, the stars gave me some comfort and hope. That night, I remembered my grandfather telling me that the stars were the brightest light in our souls and would always shine on our path.