I reminiscence a time when I was five years old. My mother and I were standing outside our small home at night, watching the twinkling stars in the sky.
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“The stars are beautiful Mommy.” My five year old self said.
“Yes they are.” Mother replied.
“But you are the most beautiful mommy. You look like a princess.” I smiled at her. My mother chuckled.
“Thank you baby girl.” Mother said but smiled sadly.
“Why are you sad mommy?” I asked looking at her worried.
“There was a time that I was called princess.” Mother said as her eyes linger on the stars.
“Really mommy?” I asked excitedly as my eyes twinkled in excitement, wanting to know more.
“It was in a dream.” Mother smiled. “I lived inside a big and beautiful palace. Common people adored me and nobles admired me. It was a t
