Seeing Stars

Setting sunlight is streaming through the living room window. Elizabeth, in a fever induced haze, is mesmerized by the dust motes floating lazily in the air.

"Mom, are these stars, or just stuff from my socks?"

Pause. She thinks about it, and then:

"I think we should call them stars."

Stars they are, then. Much more appealing than stuff from socks.


Sandy said…
I hope your Elizabeth always sees them as stars...

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