I sat there, next to him. The night sky roamed above us. He sat there looking up at the stars. A couple shooting stars, flew quickly across the sea of darkness. Turning to me he spoke with words so soft.
"The stars are beautiful!" His smiles said.
"Ya." I was speechless.
"You know, the falling stars are pretty too."
"You mean shooting stars?" I asked.
"Ya, you could call them that too." I started to think of my old home. How fear was the only feeling I felt. Tears started to fall from my fragile eyes. He seemed to noticed because he looked over to me, and said, "Don't cry. Like I said before, the falling stars are pretty too."
~Bri:)
